I wish I could say that this post was about some cute conversation I had with one of my kids. But it's not. This conversation was a bit tougher.
I made the decision last night to tell both boys about M's situation.
I had two reasons, really. The first is because I think not knowing is causing tension between the boys. The older one will tease M until he is absolutely stressed out. And more and more I hear the same phrase when he gets to that point - "You don't KNOW ME!"
And it breaks my heart a little bit every time.
The other reason is a guy at a client's office. He's sort of a misfit. He's young, and it's his first job. But aside from that awkwardness, there's this obvious social awkwardness as well. For one thing, he doesn't seem to "get" personal space, and drifts in way too close when the conversation interests him. And he doesn't "get" hints. You have to explicitly tell him what you want him to do. And be careful what you tell him because he follows the instructions to a T. And he's sweet so everyone's still good and kind to him. But there are laughs at times. Not in a mean-spirited way, but still. At. Not with....
I don't know if he's an Aspie or not, but he could be. And that could be my son in 10 years.
So last night. I sat my boys down and explained to them as best I could. And it seemed to make sense to the
older one. Like puzzle pieces coming together. M doesn't quite get it...
But now they know. And I've asked big brother to love, protect and support M now that he knows.
I felt crappy to have to do this. I feel very unsure and very much in doubt over this whole thing. Sometimes I just have dread in the pit of my stomach. Especially when he's "sad".
I know I'm not a bad mom, but I also know I don't have this together. And I feel like I'm failing.
But when I'm really low, and I walk in and see this, it makes my heart feel a whole lot better.
Because I know they know love...