World English Dictionary
1. The act or process of disclosing something previously secret or obscure, esp. something true;
2. A fact disclosed or revealed, esp. in a dramatic or surprising way;
a. God’s disclosure of his own nature and his purpose for mankind, esp. through the words of human intermediaries.
b. something in which such a divine disclosure is contained, such as the Bible.
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It has been a week or two of revelation. Jonah, sprouting up tall and learning self-calming techniques from his teachers and caregivers, is almost a different child. Yet Boo keeps it real always, never letting us forget he is and may always be what I half-jokingly refer to as a “punk ass.”
Consider this photo taken yesterday while on car ride:
The difference is he did not hit that time.
I just turned back in my seat and ignored him, knowing my picture-taking, even sans flash, may be pissing him off. He did not ratchet it up – no pulling my hair or Houdini-ing himself out of the harness. No dissolving into tears or throwing reachable items from the backseat into the front.
I think he just wanted to enjoy his car ride, unfettered by attention or expectation. We are beginning to understand one another more, in a strange way I can’t quite explain. He is getting older, and learning independence skills.
Yesterday he cleaned up after himself like a pro, going overboard like only a child with autism can: Upon deciding lunchtime is over, Jonah picks up his plate and any surrounding napkins or garbage, opens the garbage can lid, and carefully throws it all away. (And instead of using the garbage can as a perch/stool…
…like he used to, more often than not now he will sit at the table).
Then he grabs the potato chips and returns them to their rightful place – in the right-hand cabinet on the left-hand side of the second shelf up.
After pausing a moment to regard their placement, he rearranges the cans so that each faces exactly front and are perfectly next to one another.
“Oompa Oompa?” he asks next, and I start his now-favorite movie, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, on the DVD player. Jonah first arranges and straightens the 3 remote controls on top of the TV, then reaches both hands out to similarly straighten the VCR and cable box.
Andy brings him 2 plates, one with cut-up banana on it and the other with cheese and chives cracker. Jonah happily sits on the floor next to the coffee table as the movie, at whatever point we stopped it before, starts to play. My eyes fill with tears. They don’t fall, but everything blurs as, for a few minutes, he is just a boy having a snack, watching a cool movie.
For a while he got up on the couch and I asked him if I could scratch his back, and he said yes in his cute small voice. I asked if he wanted me to scratch over or under his shirt. Under shirt? he requested, so gently I scratched his back. Kisses? I asked him. More kiss, he replied, which also means “yes, kisses.” And so I kissed his head and his cheek and his foot, and we laughed together, and I thought about all the words and concepts he is learning, and how incredibly amazing it all feels.
Yes, last week when he was standing on the bed and I leaned in for a kiss, he leaned in too – and smacked me in the face. But I’ll take it, if it means the pendulum is somehow holding itself in a mostly good space.
Some more pictures:
Jonah and his daddy, who loves him very very much.
All good, this time of revelation.