I'm beginning to suspect that Oliver really does remember everything he sees and hears.
Yesterday when asked by his brother if he remembered his birth, Oliver said: "I remember waiting at Gram's house. Then I saw you in Mom's room." I asked him who else was there and he got that right, too. He was only two when Sami was born. Maybe this isn't so unusual, but I would never have guessed he remembered it. You know, because even though that was pre-diagnosis, he just seemed so out of it during those years.
And he remembers other things, too: like details of the stories of Greek mythology that I've been reading to the kids. Dates and facts about the ancient Mayans that we studied last Fall. The color of the jerseys of the teams playing in the European Cup soccer matches we watched earlier this summer. Definitions to words that he saw in the new dictionary I gave him. And, from a radio program playing in the background as we made supper a few nights ago, why mantis shrimp see way more colors than dogs, butterflies or humans. Even when it has appeared that Oliver was tuning us out, he was taking it all in. All of this surprises and delights me -- all of it.
How often does that happen to each of us in our life?