At almost 1 am last night I had just fallen asleep when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I was momentarily scared out of my wits until I realized it was my 10 year old, J-man.
“Mom, I can’t sleep.”
“Okay buddy, go pee & I’ll get you another melatonin.” (Because any time I can remind him to pee at night may save me some laundry tomorrow).
I got him situated back in bed, gave him a sleepytime pep talk, went back to bed and promptly fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
At 6:50 am I kept hearing movement in J-man’s room, across the hall. He is usually a late sleeper so I immediately realized what happened.
“J-man, come here.”
He came in, fully dressed with shoes & a hat on, holding a piece of paper and pen.
“Mom, look, I made a to-do list for today! And guess what? I lost another tooth!”
“J-man, did you sleep?”
“Nope! I stayed up all night! And the first thing on my list is to paint a Pacman on a ball!”
“What’s the second thing on your list?”
“Okay, go do that so mommy can go back to sleep. No painting until mommy wakes up, ok?”
And off he ran, like a shot from a cannon.
7:30 pm and he’s still going strong. Mommy could use a nap though.
Sometimes it’s hard but, I have to say, I’m grateful for his Autism. He makes the world a better place by being so real, without artifice, and he makes me a better mom because that’s what he needs from me.