Thursday, July 28, 2011

Gets Me Everytime

He sits answering the serious questions

then actually asks if he can type the answers himself

quickly asking for help on how to spell words

I sit with my back to him, facing the other people - trying to make it seem less like he has an audience (not that we are kidding anyone - there are 5 adults in the room)

He gives an answer that ends in "balls"

He starts to giggle

The 12 year old boy in him just can't help it

He repeats it a few times, changing some of the other words but always adding "balls", pausing to look around to see our reactions

I keep my back to him

But my shoulders shaking from my laughter give me away

Apparently I too am a 12 year old boy

It's not his words, it's that giggle from the depths of his soul - the one we heard the first day we met him at age 3.5. It swooped in and stole my heart that day as it does today. I can be the stone faced mom under any other circumstance but that giggle

it gets me every time


  1. There is something deeply adorable about twelve year old boys.

  2. Hi
    My name is Jenna and I came across your site. Your son is an amazing, special, inspirational hero. He is very adoreble. I was born with a rare life threatening disease, and I love it when people sign my guestbook. I also have developmental delays and suspected autsim.