This morning during breakfast Isaac said, "I wish other people had the same stuff as us."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Like the stuff in our kitchen. Some other people want the same stuff and don't have it."
"Oh, do you mean people who don't have very much?"
"Yes, I wish they had the same stuff as us," he said.
"That's why it's important that we share or donate things when we're done with them."
"Yeah, like my baby toys."
I'll stop there. An abstract thought about "other" people? Out of the blue? I do believe this boy is growing up. I didn't even know these things were, or would ever be on his radar, but I'm glad they are. If Isaac struggles socially, at least it's not in the area of empathy. That much we know.
Isaac is on his first break from year round school right now. So far, he's filled his mornings with doing homework out of a workbook and drawing lots and lots of pictures, writing words, etc. And he's done this all on his own. There are some great things about having a routine monster, even if I have to hear him ask about school several times a day, every day, until he goes back.
It's finally cooling down here in North Carolina and starting to feel like fall. I can tell this because I suddenly feel as though it's my job to get as much sleep as possible. Had we a berry bush, I would probably be grazing, storing up for winter. I hoped being a little further south would keep me from my usual tendency toward hibernation this year, but it doesn't look like that's the case. At any rate, I will keep running and getting ready for the 5k race next month. So far, thanks to friends and family, I've raised $275 for the Autism Society of North Carolina. Thanks to all who have donated! If the rest of you could just pray that the old legs hold out til then, it would be greatly appreciated.
If you're reading this, I hope your morning is filled with hot coffee and sunshine. Here we're settling for hot coffee and gray skies.