Atti has gone back to school. Finally. He still has a whole lot of recovery ahead of him – he can’t scoot yet or sit up unassisted – but he’s back in his red wheelchair which is what we needed for him to be able to get back to his routine. Lucky for me, it was right in time for him to make me a Mother’s Day present.
It came home with him from school wrapped up with a card and a ribbon and I asked him if I could open it then or if I needed to wait. With a smirk he told me I had to wait until Mother’s Day morning, so we set it on top of the fireplace.
Atti’s been sleeping in our bed for weeks now. Being strapped to a pillow to keep his new hip joints in position and then put in a hospital bed too far off the ground for him to get down from even if he could move just proved to be too much anxiety for one boy to take, so he’s spent every night in between me and Bear, his giant leg wedge pushing us so far apart we high 5 to say goodnight. But on Mother’s Day morning I woke up to his arms around my neck and him kissing me awake, no matter how hard I tried to sleep in. He was more excited for this than Christmas.
We went out to the living room for some breakfast and he told me I could open my present. I unrolled a reusable grocery bag decorated with his little handprints in the shape of a sun, and a handpainted card that read, in his own wobbly handwriting, “To Mom: I love you. Love Atticus.”
This is what I looked like:
As I was weeping, Atti just looked at me with a sly little grin on his face. He was so proud of himself. Usually when he brings things home from school they don’t stick around long. I don’t bother saving the work of his teachers, who are usually the ones behind the art projects, but this one was different. From how he made me wait, to his little face when I opened it, to how he was so excited and proud of himself that he couldn’t stop jumping long enough for me to take this picture, it was clear he was behind every part of this. And he felt so good that he was able to give something instead of always being the one in need of giving.
This was the Mother’s Day that I had been dreaming about for years. Full of messy art projects and adorable expressions of love. This was the first year that Atti was really able to express himself. Unless you watch him closely and really take the time to understand his expressions, he seems disinterested in so much of what goes on. But really, it’s not disinterest. It’s counting on people to look past him and not wanting to put in the effort to change their assumptions. But I know how to speak Atticus, so he showed me. He held that damn pencil and he struggled over those letters. He planned a surprise for my special day. He reached way outside himself and he did it to express his love for me. It’s just too beautiful to bear.