There are things in life we never forget; there are moments that will never, and can’t ever be erased. One moment in my life that will remain forever was a phone call from my daughter- in-law.
I am a very blessed woman. My children are each, although vastly different from one another, kind, loving, and good people. Although I am now working and residing in Florida, New York is home and I go home each summer. I usually spend two weeks with my daughter and her family, then travel with friends or cousins for two or three weeks: Boston, Montreal, the Cape, and then spend another two weeks with my oldest son and his wife and family, back in New York. The blessing I spoke of: not only do we love each other, but we like each other. I know I am always welcome in their homes and we greatly enjoy the time we get to spend together.
Brian, my oldest, is a fantastic combination of traits: he was/is “the jock.” He’s an amazing athlete. He was the quarterback on the football team, and goalie on both the hockey and soccer teams. The first time he went skiing, as a child, he went down the intermediate slope, while I was still trying not to fall on the beginner slope. He is also, however, the ”soft” one, the compassionate one. Old women would tell me, when he was growing up, how he’d carried their packages or folded their laundry in the laundry room.
Two years ago, I had spent two wonderful weeks with Brian, his wife, their young daughter and toddler son. Griffin at a year was walking and beginning to talk. He loved Dora the Explorer and we’d watch the videos together and he would “instruct” Dora to look in “the pack” and repeat, “Dora, the pack.” He laughed, loved to dance and be tickled. He is an exceptionally beautiful child, think a little Brad Pitt. Griffin was a total joy to play with and spend time with. That was in August.
The day I left, Brian had come home with a Yankee hat for Griffin and a football. He told me, “I’m going to teach him to bat and throw both left and right.” We laughed and hugged and I left.
It was in October, second week, I said I would always remember and I do. The call came not from my son, but from my daughter-in-law. “Mom,” she did waste time with small talk, “I think there is something wrong with Griffin.” I thought she meant physically. “What’s wrong?” Again, not mincing words, “I think he has autism.”
I said, “Sharon, I don’t think so. He talks, he walks, and he makes eye contact. He is “with us.” And then she said the sentence that will haunt me forever, “Not anymore.” #autism, #grandchildren, #parents
(Please read the entire article in Grand Magazine – April issue. Yes, you can read it free on line.)