Yesterday my baby turned 10. I just can’t believe he is now into double figures.
I remember the day he was born quite vividly. He was an elected section, because of the problems M had when he was born. However, despite being first on the list for the day, they decided to make me have a natural birth. Needless to say, my blood pressure went array as with M, and I was taken to theatre for a section in the evening and he was born at 9:02pm. When he came out, there was much relief he was a boy, because I had been given a scan a week before because of my BP problems, and all I remember seeing was hair. Yes, he had so much hair that it was visible on the scan. This made me think he would be a girl, despite being confident throughout the pregnancy I was having a boy! I would have loved whichever sex my baby had been, but I had made up my mind for a second boy! It was therefore great that my hairy baby was male.
He has grown into a beautiful person. He has a kind heart, and would do anything to help others.
He does though have a side he doesn’t like showing the wold, but it is one that we see regularly at home. The side of him when he lets go of his restraints of holding everything together, and he just lets rip. It is of course not unusual for a person with aspergers to behave in this way. It is as if he has multiple personalities. Whenever I talk to the school, I hear about how quiet and reserved he is – at parents evening this week, the one negative his teacher spoke about was his lack of confidence to put himself forward and put his hand up. But we know a very different boy. We know the boy who gets upset when he isn’t perfect at everything he does. The boy who screams and yells at those around him because he has a days frustration that has been bubbling up inside and needs to release. The boy who is controlling to his brother because he doesn’t get his less forceful personality. We also see the child who still needs Mummy hugs when he’s not feeling well, and he has had more than his fair share of illness recently. The child who stands up to his friends when they don’t understand M’s flapping and ask him to stop, because nobody criticizes his brother apart from him. We see the vulnerable child who hates conflict between his friends – although its fine when its sibling conflict! We see the child who will stand up for his friends when they are bullied, but will not speak out when it is happening to him. The child that adore his cats to the point of obsession. The child who still believes in Santa and the tooth fairy, and not understanding why some of his peers are questioning their existence. He is a very complex human being. He is different people depending on his environment. However the one thing that always shines through is his good heart. I may be biased, okay, I know I am biased when I say he is a lovely person, but I believe he is.