Complicated Beauty

One of the things I’ve learned as I’ve aged is that there is more than one way to look at something.

Most things are complicated. Intricate I guess. They aren’t simple.

I’ve even learned that my heart and mind can feel differently too. As if at odds with each other.

I just took my oldest and youngest sons to the park. Our park. The one place where we can move comfortably without fear of judgement of the boy who moves and communicates and thinks differently.

It’s our favorite place.

On the drive over my youngest pointed out a cow and said a loud MOO!

And my oldest repeated it. MOO.

From there we went through a list of animals and their sounds. The younger one naming the animals and then giggling at the sounds I would make.

Cat, horse, dog, chicken, turkey, elephant, monster truck.

And after every sound, my oldest son with very few words, attempted to mimic each sound. Some sounded perfect. The others were affected by his apraxia. But he tried. He tried so hard and laughed.

It was this perfect 5 minutes. One I want to remember forever.

He even asked me what the whale says by holding up his iPad and pausing the scene on a picture of a whale.

I didn’t know the answer. So he played it for me and gave me a look like…duh mom.

After, I found myself thinking of the complexities of the situation and wondering if I was sad or happy.

My two year old can speak in full sentences. He can make every animal sound. He can ask questions and have a conversation. My ten year old cannot.

But my ten year old just interacted and mimicked and laughed with such amazing joy. He used his iPad to communicate with me too.

It’s complicated you see. There is no right or wrong. There is only what we feel and what we think.

This is my son’s autism to me. It’s like a quilt. Seamed together but not yet finished. The pattern is loud and brightly colored in some spots. At first glance it doesn’t make sense but if you slow down and really see, you see just how intricate it really is. And an appreciation is born. It’s a complicated beauty.

Today we hunted for whales and penguins in Minnesota. We didn’t find any. And that’s okay. It was a good day.

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