I have frequent conversations with Rowan after he has said or done something he doesn't mean to one of his siblings where he will cry and be very hard on himself. He doesn't feel like he can control himself, he doesn't feel like he can control his anger. It was one of these moments in the last couple weeks where I talk to him about choosing something different before he gets mad, or leaving the room, or coming to talk to me. We were going through a lot of the same key points we always do. A moment of silence. I felt like I needed him remind of the conversation we once had with him about Autism.
A couple years ago, I may have even written this down, but I felt like we needed to talk tell him about his diagnosis. I don't know if it was him getting older or what clock I felt I was up against, but I just felt like we needed to have this talk. So, Rowan sat down. Sam and I told him he had Autism. That it means his brains works a bit differently, and that it is not a bad thing. He asked, "What's wrong with me?" We said nothing is wrong with him. He then said, "ok. Is that it?" And he got up and walked out of the room.
Well, this day, when I had the feeling to tell him, I just started out reminding if he remembered that conversation. He said, no. Which checks out. We then talked about it again. We talked about how thinks differently, how his mind sees the world, how it is actually really special. We talked about his gifts like playing the piano like he does. He asked a lot of questions. He asked who knows he it in our family and in our extended family. He asked questions about when he was diagnosed and how we could tell. He asked a lot of great questions.
Since then Rowan has given me more hugs than he has in months. Hugs, instigated by Rowan. It's amazing. A couple night after he gave me a hug as we were getting ready for bed, and he said, " you're a great mom." Oh, my heart! Rowan says what he means. Always.

















































