We had a huge win in our house this week. HUGE win. You see, he hasn’t slept anywhere without us, except the house across the street (which is essentially another home to him), and his grandparents’ house. We’ve tried multiple times. He wanted so much to do sleepovers at his bestie’s house down the street. But every time, we would get that phone call or text, usually around 9 or 10pm.
Now, Little Man and Bestie have been besties since they were three years old. Bestie and his family have been around through thick and thin. They get him. They love him. Their home is a safe, comfortable place for my little guy. In spite of all that, anxieties would usually win, and Little Man would want to come home. Bestie has spent the night here numerous times, and that was our solution for the desire for sleepovers.
For a few weeks now – pretty much since school got out – Little Man has been asking to sleep over at Bestie’s house. I had my doubts, and honestly, we were traveling and had so much stuff going on, it just wasn’t possible until this week. When he asked again the other night, and we confirmed with Bestie’s parents, we went with it. You don’t know unless you try, right?. Little Man packed his bag, and bounced out the door, grinning from ear to ear. I had my hopes up, but also felt that little bit of fear in my heart. I so wanted him to be able to do this.
I kept my phone by me all evening, through dinner and bedtime. I turned off my Do Not Disturb and kept my phone by my bed all night, just waiting for the call. When I woke up the next morning realizing he’d made it through, I just started smiling. He did it!!!! I checked in with Bestie’s mom to see how he’d done. There had been no tears, no anxiety, just fun. I could have cried with relief.
When it was time for Little Man to come home, he did so with a huge smile on his face. He knew he’d done something awesome. He knew he’d won, defeated something that had a hold on him for so long. Autism lost the other night. I gave him a huge hug and told him how proud of him I am. He did it. Little Man, for the win.