I didn't mean to sound so cryptic in my last post about my plans. Right now I'm still determining if I'm even qualified to make this change. The only thing keeping me from telling all now is the chance that I'll have to take it all back later. But I did quit my job yesterday -- I gave 6 months notice -- so change is imminent and I've got a bounce in my step. More on all this as it develops.
In the meantime. ...
Oliver had occasion yesterday to be naked. The occasion had me a tad bit frustrated. So, I left him for two minutes and went to coerce Sam into cleaning up all of the refrigerator magnets he had thrown from one end of the kitchen to the other. When I went back upstairs I found Oliver in the hallway. In one hand he carried a pair of pants. The other hand was studiously trying to pull a shirt over his head. Oliver had gone to the closet, chosen clothes to wear and was putting them on. All without a word from me.
This probably falls into the category of a story that only the parent of a child with autism can fully appreciate. And it reminded me again that the future unfolds little by little everyday.