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I have to admit: my first reaction to TJ’s screaming over the monitor was annoyance, as I use nap time to try and get some work done. But he wasn’t napping, and the scream level was reaching critical. Work would have to wait.
And then I got to do something wonderful; I got to rock with my boy.
Gone are the early days where we used to rock with TJ for seemingly hours on end, praying for him to just go to sleep so we could get some ourselves. Now, TJ is so busy, he doesn’t like to stop for a minute. Even when he doles out hugs, his feet are usually moving, his legs dancing to a beat that only he hears.
It was so nice to sit in the rocking chair and just enjoy his warm little body snuggled up against my chest. For a few minutes, he was less of the big shot he’s trying to be, and more of the baby I’m starting to miss.
Rocking is different than it used to be. Both arms are needed to hold him instead of just one. He nows sings himself a little song while he’s playing with my hair (with both hands). Instead of just hugs, he opens his mouth wide to give me big, wet kisses. And sometimes he’ll combine those things to try and eat my hair. But it’s still a special time for just the two of us, as relaxing for me as it is for him.
It’s going to be a sad day when he won’t let me rock him anymore.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
