My muse has been lying fallow the last few weeks, but this does not mean that I have not been busy with Boo. He seems to be enjoying his summer. He has made friends with the workers at Subway and Wendy’s. We go for long walks. He wears a mask like a champ when we are out and about. We are five weeks seizure free and for the most part he is sleeping. This morning was the exception.
Typically, Boo needs about eleven or twelve hours of sleep a night to function and not have seizures. Generally, he goes to bed around nine or ten and wakes up about the same time the next morning. This morning I had planned to meet Alissa at the Y for a workout and then have coffee. She has been under quarantine for the last two weeks and we have missed her. The good news is her test for Covid 19 came back negative! So, I was looking forward to seeing her.
At 4:15 this morning I woke up to some persistent thumping noises. It was Boo. He was not having a seizure, he was just being is usual percussive self. I waited a while to see if he settled down, but it was a no go. I made some coffee and waited a little bit more. Nope. I texted Alissa, who is used to our erratic schedule, and asked for a rain check for the workout and coffee date. I went in to see Mr. Boo. I was greeted with an ear to ear grin and more thumping. He bounced up and into the bathroom, drank about a quart of water, grabbed his beloved iPad and climbed back in bed. I began the morning med routine, making sure that Boo, Stevie the dog, and I all had the proper meds on board. At the moment, Boo is happily chatting with his iPad, the dogs are snoozing all over the floor, and my house, though not quiet, is at least calm.
Autism had taught me many things and the primary one is patience. I may have planned to go to the Y and to coffee this morning, but Boo had other plans and needs. He needed to see me and make certain that his world was secure. He needed a drink of water. He needed his iPad. Now that those needs are met he is content. He knows I am just one room away, pecking away at my laptop and sipping coffee. He knows that later we will go out on walks and adventures. He is not a hard kid (young adult) to entertain. As long as I am around and he has his iPad and little trips out into the outside world, he is happy. He does not need expensive toys, flashy clothes or the newest iPhone. Happiness is a gummy bear or juice box. Happiness is early mornings when only the two of us are awake.
I think of a few lines from William Blake: “Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight. Every night and every morn, some to misery are born.” Mr Boo, you were born to sweet delight and that makes me so happy. You do not pity yourself or understand or have the time for those who pity you. My deepest hope and prayer is that you will always find life to be sweet delight. Certainly, you delight me. Love, Mom.