Another Unkie Aaron Update

It’s been a minute since I wrote an update on Unkie Aaron and his “boy nephew,” as he calls Ryker.  And now we happily include his “girl niece.” 

And “Unkie” is still what Ryker calls Aaron…adorably so.

But first I want to begin with an object lesson from this morning.  Aaron asked me to help him straighten his stuffed animals after he got out of bed, and while I was at it to also help him get his covers in order. 

Aaron loves his Christmas blankets and wants to still have them on his bed.  He and I got his layers of sheets and blankets all straightened up just so.  He is very particular about their placement and careful to get as many wrinkles out as possible.  If I ignore this importance in Aaron’s life, I will pay with his frustration that often turns into full-blown anger.  But if I show him that I value his emphasis on what to me seems minor, his contentment is well worth the interruption that helping him has caused me. 

Sometimes this aspect of autism is very hard to remember and to value.  After all these years I still find myself rolling my eyes, sighing, and expecting Aaron to think as I think. 

Silly me.

We have had our precious grandchildren over to our house more often lately due to our son-in-law’s work schedule.  Initially, this arrangement did not go well with Aaron. 

It’s easy for us to want to say, “For crying out loud, what’s not to like?!”

Until we take a deep breath and think like Aaron thinks…or at least try to think like Aaron.

Aaron doesn’t like his routine and schedule to be disrupted any more than he likes his sheets and blankets to be jumbled and wrinkled.  A three-year-old and a one-year-old are, to Aaron, major wrinkles in his otherwise (mostly smooth) life at home.

Aaron doesn’t understand that they don’t understand what he wants and likes and needs.  It’s an enormous leap for Aaron to comprehend that Ryker thinks like a three-year-old.  Aaron has no idea what that even means. 

We can’t pick and choose what areas of Aaron’s life are affected by his autistic mind.  Every single corner of Aaron’s world is colored by how he thinks and feels and reacts, as is all of ours.

We’ve had bursts of anger from Aaron and some very trying situations. 

But we have also recently had a long stretch of Aaron looking forward to their visits. 

Aaron has been a fun buddy to Ryker more than he has been a grumpy Unkie. 

They have played fun games.

Eaten fun food.

Shot nerf guns together.

And Aaron loves for Ryker to join him in his nighttime routine of listening to sounds and watching videos of his “animal of the day.”

Aaron still examines Cora as if she is an unusual little creature to watch and learn about.

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And little Cora looks at him the same way.  We got such a kick out of her trying to mimic some of Aaron’s hand gestures.

Aaron loves to give her toys to play with, including some of our little garden creatures.

Our home is certainly not typical in many ways but in many other ways the uniqueness that Aaron brings, I do believe, will grow and shape Ryker and Cora into people who will have an innate understanding of special persons like Unkie Aaron.

They may someday be straightening Aaron’s sheets and covers while not being one bit surprised at how important this is to their Unkie Aaron.

And this ability taught to them by their Unkie Aaron will be a very rare and precious gift.

Two Cookies

Every Thursday, Aaron and I deliver for Meals on Wheels.  Yesterday we walked up to Rita’s door.  Aaron held the bag of food and saw through the storm door window that Rita was slowly making her way to the door, stooped over her walker.

She paused before opening the door, though, and reached into her pouch attached to the front of her walker.  I could see her hand working to grab something and when she removed her hand, I saw what she was after.

Two cookies.

She then unlocked and opened the door, a big smile lighting her face.

“Here,” she said.  “I have a cookie for Aaron and for you.”

She handed us the simple cookies.  Aaron and I thanked her as she and I talked about how we love plain cookies with no icing or added ingredients. 

Her simple act filled her with obvious joy, and it did the same for me.

Rita doesn’t have much but she gave to me and Aaron from what she had. 

It reminds me of the widow’s mite that Jesus commended as the greatest gift given on the day that so many were making public displays of their large gifts.

Here was Rita, in her simple house handing us simple cookies.

And I was simply blessed.

Blessed and touched much more than if she had given us a big box of expensive decorated cookies from a popular bakery.

We can all do this every day, you know.  We can hand out small acts of kindness that touch people’s lives in ways far more lasting than the big things we often consider to be more meaningful or impressive.

I can find those kindness ways at the grocery store as I offer to take a cart to the drop-off for someone elderly or handicapped…as I smile at people…as I let others go ahead of me…as I chat with a lonely person while we examine the eggs.

And let’s not forget the biggest way that we can impact someone.  We can pray for them in the solitude of our homes.  We don’t even have to be mobile to exercise that most precious gift of God…the gift that God delights in and will honor in both your life and theirs.

Opportunities are all around us to be like Rita, to give of what we have in ways that are sweetly touching in someone’s life. 

Have a very blessed weekend! 

I hope you share a cookie or two with someone!