This morning, I was given a gift, a thank you, for not doing much, really. But the gift was from someone who is very important to Eric, me, and the boys. It was a Lokai bracelet for Autism. I cherish it already.
As I was cutting the tag off of the bracelet, I naturally read it. My heart sank a little. Lokai supports the mission of Austism Speaks. It then reads “the organization is dedicated to promote the solutions, across the spectrum and throughout the life span, for the needs of individuals and their families…”. Throughout the life span.
As Tommy ages (seriously, he’s only seven, but still), I am keenly aware that his behaviors that were once cute are now slowly teetering towards odd. I know that he’s socially much younger than his age and his intelligence is much higher. I don’t know what the future holds for Tom, but I believe in my heart that the best is yet to come for him.
Where will he live? Will he be able to live on his own? Will he have a job? Will he go to college? Will I be able to retire? What if something happens to me or Eric? Will William take care of him (of course he will)? These questions keep me up at night. Truth be told, it doesn’t matter. Whatever the future holds for Tommy, I will be okay with it. I’m planning and I’ll err on the side of caution.
Yesterday marked the five year anniversary of the passing of my grandmother. I miss her every day. She was tough. She also had a huge heart and she made me laugh. I learned a great deal from her and her interactions with family. But what I learned most from her is that you have to take life in stride. Enjoy the small things in life. Eat dessert after dinner. Go for a walk. Drive to Old Silver Beach and watch the sun set. Someday you may look back and realize they were the big things. I try to keep her perspective. I’ve said it before, I know my attitude sets the tone for some many others and many of them are not my own children.
When we were kids, Gram would tell us to lick our forks. She’d say “the best is yet to come.” She was talking about dessert. Well, I think of that often and I remember to lick my fork. She was right, the best is ALWAYS yet to come.