After dinner, as the table cleared, as the homework came out, as the pencil took to the page, I almost raced to my phone to take a picture.
I didn’t. I sat. I watched. I just let my eyes track Sawyer’s every move.
I observed his recognition of numbers. I watched him add incorrectly. I listened to his scream when my wife Kellie, took out the plastic bear counters to assist him.
I saw it. He did it. He wasn’t thrilled about it but the job was done.
However, there was no picture. I have noticed that a picture would have displayed the process of success, which was only a fraction of the truth.
Yes, I’m proud of how hard Sawyer works. He shows his resilient drive in all of his being.
Autism may be a part of Sawyer’s delays, his ability to communicate, and his struggles to learn like others but it has never robbed him of his desire to work. He is a worker.
So Sawyer worked through his addition problems. Mission accomplished.
Fast forward to his reading where he had this read a sentence, find a picture, follow the instructions, and color the correct section.
There was no problem getting his materials as he ran downstairs to get his markers.
His feet slammed on the wooden stairs on his way back up.
Then there were tears when he felt like he ruined his paper as he recognized a mistake.
We aren’t talking a few tears, we are talking the opposing team watching a basket at the buzzer of a high school state championship type tears.
The shouts, the screams, the end of the world.
However, the noise, the sadness, the eruption ended. Sawyer went back at it. He moved forward. He continues to be the homework hero.