Well, Isaac, our youngest has just discovered the world of mail. Forget about email, snail mail is where it's at, which makes sense if you're an autistic kiddoe who grabs on to tangible items and struggles more with abstract concepts like email. It's all about communication. We are always interested to see how he is growing in his communication and ability to interact with others in his own special way. It may not be as rapid as we would hope, or as deep as we think he needs, but he is growing and developing, even as he battles with autism.
So, in Isaac discovering mail, he decided this might be something worth participating in. Today, I come out to the mail box and what do I see? Some half-sealed letters, thick with mystery contents.
It turns out Isaac has written me some mail (apparently we don't talk enough at home), and he definitely has something to say:
He also likes camp fires, but understands the need to be careful.
This is one of my favorites. Tell me where it hurts. We never discussed it in detail, but if you look at his right wrist and hand, he appears to have a burn (mis-spelled it as "burr").
Not 100% sure where he was going here, but I believe he was getting burned over the gas stove. Ouch!
In the end, whether he really means it or not, I'm still accepting the gift.
I love these pictures. They give us a window into Isaac's life. They help me imagine how he sees things, how he thinks, and how he chooses to communicate outside of voice. They are unsolicited, unscripted, pure Isaac.
We are by no means perfect parents, and our relationship is by no means perfect, but our love for this little guy is honest, abiding, and eternal.
Thanks for the letters Isaac. Sooner or later, we need to talk about stamps. :)
