One of the greatest things about my son’s PDD-NOS is that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks, of course this is also one of the worst things, but I’m choosing to stay positive.
Right now he is sprawled out on the floor singing songs from The Prince of Egypt. “Deliver us out of bondage and deliver us to the promised laaaaaaaand…” There is something to be said for being so shameless. Not that he needs to be – his voice is quite good – much better than his mother’s, anyway.
Though I’m not jealous of his struggles, I’m jealous of the freedom he is afforded. He does things I’m not brave enough to attempt. The other night at his cousin’s wedding, while I hid from the videographer, my son was dancing like there was no one watching. Of course, everyone was.
It’s great to see him oblivious to the criticism of others and doing what feels natural. If he wants to sing, he sings. If he wants to dance, he dances. I’ve always said that I’d love to skip for exercise, but the idea of people turning their heads in disbelief holds me back. As does social media. I’d need a little of his carefree nature to actually skip down the street. A LOT of his carefree nature, actually. And maybe some liquor.
My son is not confined by the word “normal.” This child, crooning about slavery on my dining room floor, is not actually bound at all.
It kind of makes me want to sing.