Our week, blessedly, is not finishing the way it started. He’s been happy the last two days. I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to have him wake up and not immediately be yelling, but rather, laughing and smiling. It makes me breath more easily. He is ready to head out the door for school when I tell him it’s time to go. He doesn’t have that sad, anxious face when I drop him off. He is complaint with his chores and homework. He’s even going to bed without arguing, and is only coming back downstairs one or two times instead of his usual five or six.
I don’t know what brings on these periods of calm happiness. In the back of my mind is the thought this won’t lest, but I’m trying not to let that take away from enjoying the good days. This very moment, he’s drawing – a new favorite activity for him – and humming along as he draws. He’s still yelling when the dogs bark, but he’s not freaking out as is his typical response. He’s taking things in stride. He is excited (excited I tell ya!) to decorate the Christmas tree. He’s been okay the two times our schedule has had to change slightly this week.
I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to revel in his current good days. I’m not going to question, but will take them for the gift they are. I’m going to treasure them to think of when the rain comes back again, because, alas, with autism, you know the rain is going to come back again. When he finds joy, when he is happy, we all breath a sigh of relief. We all smile a bit more. The mood is much lighter around here. I’ll take it. Whatever brought it on, whatever the reason for his current peace, I am so very, very thankful.