Christmas mornings were interesting. They were as exciting as they could be for a child with autism. And who am I to say, really? I felt like a cheerleader trying to excite Sean. My heart would sink a little when I watched Sean walk past his wrapped presents each year. I usually had to place a gift in his hand and show him what to do with it but at least he responded to the unwrapped gifts without prompting. I had to look at the bright side. At least he could see and hold them. There was much to be grateful for despite his inability to connect to things I felt he might connect with. After all, I filled out his wish list.
Sean's third Christmas
Luckily this train set was turned on,
otherwise, Sean would have walked right past it.
This was a very happy moment for all of us.
Sean was four.
I'm pretty sure I put this present in Sean's hands.
He eventually learned what to do.
He is about five years old here.
Better delayed than never.
I celebrated Sean's accomplishments but was glad that Savannah was all over Christmas! Luckily, my focus was quickly shifted to her joy. Her joy became mine. She could always redirect me.
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