The noises, which I don't really notice unless it's totally quiet like at church, are the slurps and wet chewing on his favorite chewy: a rope of seatbelt material. Every few minutes there is sudden grab of our faces, drawing us in for a nose rub. This is usually accompanied by snorts and quieted giggles.
The actions, although very quiet, are very busy. Our hands are constantly moving. They are rubbing his back, or scratching his head, or massaging his legs/arms. Today I was "drawing" on his hands with capped pen. Eric and I looked at each other with a grin because he pulled both of our hands toward his back to scratch. He craves the sensory input. It has a calming effect on him and we are happy to busy our hands if that helps him.
Today was special. I usually miss service because I am working, but as miracles happen, I was in service! We three sat in a back pew of our full church. On the end of course in case we needed to bolt outta there. My Lijah sat in between us and listened, leaned, and loved. He stared at the beautiful windows. He listened to the wonderful music. And, he walked with us to take communion.
Thinking back to this morning, I get teary eyed. My crazy, unpredictable, loud, nutball ASD kiddo WALKED up with us to get communion. (He didn't take it because we weren't at the gluten free station, but still.) My church family got to see him in a different light. And we got to see him in a different light.
|One of the beloved chewies. They get washed almost every night. :)|