People have often told me to write down the various funny, wise, or interesting things Sharky says. So I figure a blog is as good a place as any to jot these down. They come on at least a daily basis. Already today he came up with one while showing a picture of one of his friends to his cousin Alex:
Sharky: Look Alex, it's (Jeremy)
Me: Alex doesn't know who Jeremy is Sharky. You have to tell her. Who is Jeremy, Sharky?
Sharky: Ummm...He's a screamer.
But the story I really wanted to commit to print came about a week ago. Sharky was looking at pictures from the day he was born. He noted that we were in the hospital and there were doctors, and I sensed he was worrying that his being born was somehow associated with illness. I explained how some doctors aren't for sick people, but to help babies to be born.
Sharky said that the doctor helped get him out of daddy's tummy. I told him he was in mama's tummy, and he said "yeah, and daddy's tummy too!" I suppose he imagines our shared custody arrangement was in place even before birth.
Then I said, "and when you came out of mama's tummy, you said, 'ahhhh!ahhhh! I'm cold! It's too bright! Ahhhh!' And I held onto you and I said, 'It's OK buddy, I got you, I got you, you're all right.'"
Sharky looked at me in stunned silence. He turned around and ate some grapes quietly for a while.
A few minutes later, he walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, and said,"Daddy, I so sorry I have to miss my mama's tummy...It was just too cold in there...yeah, too cold."
This exchange illustrates for me a typical understanding reached between Sharky and I, and probably for lots of parents and their children with autism. The details are somewhat skewed and the understanding may not be literal, traditional, or linear. However, there is an understanding, possibly a deeper one, that always seems to grope the sides of some elegant form of truth.
And I hereby publicly forgive my son for leaving his mother's womb. After all, we know how cold wombs can get in July.