Embracing the Silence: A Mother’s Connection and Growth with Her Autistic Son

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My sweet boy,

We just got back from a car ride. We do that sometimes. You and me. We used to ride around to help you calm down. A much needed break for both of us to reset.

Now we drive around and hunt for trains.

Not a lot has changed over the years except now you are thirteen. And you can buckle your own seatbelt. A skill we worked on for years. A skill that you are incredibly proud of.

We still ride mostly in silence. When you were three the experts told me you were nonverbal. At age four they told me to prepare for a life without words. At age five they told me game over.

I remember the finality in each of those statements. Like a book slamming down on your future. The book of you apparently already written.

The silence used to eat me up kid. It was deafening at times. I wanted to scream and cry and beg…all for your words.

I wasn’t my best self in the beginning buddy. Although you never once saw the tears that fell behind my sunglasses and pooled in my lap. I wiped them dry as soon as I put the car in park.

But now, thirteen years in, I’m learning to embrace the silence. It’s our normal now.

We are very much like an old married couple. We drive around with the music down low. I’ve always done that…just in case a word does come out. I don’t want to miss it. That’s probably silly now but I want you to know that anything you have to tell me is welcome. I will always listen Cooper.

I fill some of the car ride with chatter about where we are going and the weather. I point out red stop lights and airplanes in the sky.

You point out a fire station, a pool we swam at 8 years ago, a herd of cows, an excavator parked in a field.

We gasp at each other’s findings. We always have. As if it’s the most unbelievable information.

You try to negotiate too. A quick stop for a doughnut at your favorite grocery store or a left turn to the paper store. You seem to always have plans.

Today I thought about us doing this forever. Driving around. In silence. Me and an adult man.

I waited for the sting that happens when I gingerly step from our current reality into the future. Cautiously of course.

While I think about what you will look like grown up, I glance back at ten year old you. Wearing my purple coat because we couldn’t find your jacket.

You look 17. And then you smile, turning your iPad to show me the scene of Dora in space. She is wearing a helmet and you gently tap your head and smile again.

‘Yes buddy, we can go to space with Dora. And I won’t forget our helmets.’ You are always reminding me of our future plans.

And you gasp and mumble a clear YES! I can’t help but smile.

We may have mostly silence you and me, but we also have big plans.

I can’t promise to be perfect Cooper. I can’t promise to not cry at times or wish for more because mommy is human and she worries so much about you. But you should also know that I am so thankful for this silence. Because the silence means I get you.

I can’t imagine my world with out it.

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Kate Swenson

Kate Swenson lives in Minnesota with her husband Jamie, and four children, Cooper, Sawyer, Harbor and Wynnie. Kate launched Finding Cooper's Voice from her couch while her now 11-year-old son Cooper was being diagnosed with autism. Back then it was a place to write. Today it is a living, thriving community of people who want to not only advocate for autism, but also make the world a better place for individuals with disabilities and their families. Her first book, Forever Boy, will be released, April 5, 2022.

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