My next door neighbor is my best friend in town. We meet up several times a week for popsicles, hot chocolate, or chit chat about what’s been going on in our lives. His name is Elias and he’s 11.
Did I mention I don’t get out much?
It doesn’t matter, he’s as entertaining as any adult, and full of jokes and wild ideas. You should hear his plans for the shed in his back yard… it involves a two-story swimming pool, a fire pit, and tiles made out of natural sandstone. He’s a whiz at doing math in his head (but not questions about time). He loves electronics, making up stories, and mapping out routes in his head. Elias has Asperger’s Syndrome.
I won’t even pretend to know what this means from Elias’ point of view, or what it’s like to be his mother. He and I have a different sort of relationship… but I do know this: he struggles in school and gets picked on a lot. So much so that he now hates school. I don’t have to pretend that this makes me sad. (more…)