Dear Addie,
You stood staring at me as I lay in bed, like a pile of crumbled bricks, eyes closed, washcloth on my forehead. You knew.
I was the latest victim to the stomach bug (with a bonus migraine) lurking around our house, and you took one look and knew.
You gently closed the bedroom door and climbed into bed next to me. You knew.
You laid close enough to give me a little breathing room with your hand resting on my arm and head barely touching my shoulder. You knew.
Dad came in to check on me, speaking softly, laying his hand on my forehead; you quickly but delicately pushed his hand away as if to say I got this. You knew.
Your spirit was calm and tentative toward me the whole day because you knew.
Addie, I wasn’t feeling well early in the week, and you knew. There is a common misconception that individuals with autism lack the ability to feel or show empathy, love, or understanding. You, my dear, are living proof that that is not true, and it’s often just displayed differently.
This week, I was reminded of what leading by example truly means, as you played the role of mommy when I wasn't feeling well and did a great job at that.
Thank you for making me feel better, baby. I love you.
Mom
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