His sister Madison dons a PDD-NOS diagnosis (which she will
relinquish when the bright, shiny, new DSM-V hits newsstands), and on a good
day would easily be mistaken for one of her neurotypical peers. Tell her there’s a birthday coming up (hers
or a friend’s), or that Santa is even weeks away, and she glows with
anticipation.
When any big day is upon us, Mad is as excited as a Chihuahua
is to a doorbell. She salivates at the
thought of a new doll, an art set, a picture drawn in crayon. To her, opening gifts is an event to be savored. And no matter what is inside, no matter how
trivial it may appear to an outsider, to Madison, it is keys to Cinderella’s
castle.
Nolan, on the other hand, remains stoic and resolute. No, sir --- no silly gifts will loosen his
resolve to stay glued to whichever electronic device we forgot to put away the
night before. It isn't in him to get
excited about what’s inside the red, green, uninteresting paper. Oh, he has little problem responding in one way
or another to the product inside, but unlike Mad, his reaction is never what a
parent expects or wishes for their child.
This Christmas wasn't much different, though it was better
(for us) than holidays in the past. He
was a little more excited; slightly more animated when he opened his
gifts. It could have been the electronic
nature of them, or he could have genuinely been energized. Either way, his eyes seemed to shine a little
brighter (if that could even be possible), and his smile was more genuine.
I don’t know if it really matters either way. I mean, to us as parents, we want him to be
happy, and excited, and to look forward to his birthday. But if he doesn't get that way, is that on
him, or on us? What if he’s satisfied
with whatever emotion he is feeling? He doesn't have any idea he is missing out on anything…because, to him, he isn't.
The rest of the year, the word “normal” frustrates us to
aggravation or tears, depending on the situation. Yet, when a special event rolls around, our
hearts are broken that our kiddos don’t have a “normal” reaction to the
occasion.
Sometimes it isn't our kids who have the difficulty.
~Jon