He is a 5'1, 120lb sponge with endearing freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks.
He is 90% child and 10% man and I love him with everything in me and beyond.
He is funny.
He is frustrating.
He is adorable.
He is complicated.
He makes me belly laugh a dozen times a day.
He loves to tell jokes but struggles with the nuances of them because of his Autism.
He labors endlessly to capture the magic of the punchline so he can wrestle a laugh from his audience.
He most often fails when attempting scripted humor:
but never fails when he leaves behind the script and explains life to you through his observations.
You're 43, Mom?
Wow,that's old...and you're not even wrinkly!
Friday evening he was triumphant and I felt my heart swell with so much pride it overflowed and leaked down my cheeks in Mom tears.
While aboard the sailing ship on our cruise, the Steward had amused us all with silly jokes while the captain struggled to dock the cumbersome boat.
MiniWarrior piped in several times with crazy jokes of his own, but like most scripted ones, he wasn't quite getting them right.
Finally docked, we lined up to disembark from the ship when MiniWarrior bellowed out a final joke to the Steward.
"What do you call a snail on a boat?"
The Steward, having been on the receiving end of MiniWarriors mixed up joke endings, gently harassed him.
"Oh I know. You're going to tell me a snail boat, right?"
People laughed around us and filled the air with their own joke response ideas.
MiniWarrior's voice burst through the chatter as he yelled,
The Steward and people around us broke out in surprised, delighted laughter.
One of the men in the crowd high 5'd MiniWarrior on a job well done.
MiniWarrior smiled at everyone, nodded with a serious satisfied smile and stepped off onto the boat ramp.
His job was done.
How marvelous this boy child is.
And how wonderful
that I got chosen to be his Mom.
7 years ago