"Mommy, what does guilty mean?" Sage questions me as I tuck him in.
He has been very interested in the roles of judges, jury, jail, handcuffs, and so on.
"It means that you did what you are accused of doing, that you did what they said you did."
I explain further, "But, it doesn't mean that what you did was wrong, it just means that you did it. For example, I am wearing this green shirt. So if you said, "Mommy, are you wearing a green shirt." I could say, "Guilty as charged!" But, there is nothing wrong with wearing a green shirt.
"Yes there is!" he replies, adamantly, as if looking for justice.
Taken aback a bit I probe; question the witness, "What do you mean?"
"That shirt is Daddy's shirt, it's not yours! And, it's the wrong season!" He advocates.
Guilty as charged.
It was Daddy's Oscar-the-Grouch T-shirt and I was wearing it in the middle of winter.
Really? He has been offended all day long by the shirt I chose to wear?
He has 2 solid charges against me and he's ready to take me to court!
Well, at least in jail my wardrobe would be set and there would be no room for offense: Black and white stripes day and night!
Stunned, I think about why he is so offended over this, and ponder it.
How many times had I told him to change his clothes because they weren't appropriate for the weather?
Thick hooded sweatshirts had to be put out-of-sight for the 90+ degree summer days; t-shirts had to be hidden when the weather turned brisk.
As I consider all this, I think.
I admire him. He really puts up with a lot. So much he sees as "wrongs" and injustices and he just carries on, until...
I remember the time I was rubbing his back as he was dozing off to sleep. "Mommy, you rubbed it 124 times! Can you stop?"
I had no idea he was counting! How many things does he count, and can he stop?
It is no wonder he gets frustrated!
Sometimes it seems like the littlest thing will put him over the edge but actually, he's probably been counting and watching and seeing rules broken all over the place and he let's it slide. And then we hold him to a rule? How unfair!
Why is that rule more important than all the others that he's seen broken through the day?
I think: he really is more patient than we give him credit for. He can seem so on-edge at times; his brother even more-so.
Kids with ASD's are often thought of as having a short fuse, like we need to walk on egg shells around them; not sure when the next explosion may occur.
He has...They have, a bad rap.
They are actually very slow to anger.
Very much like our God.
I think I want to be more like that. Slow to anger, patient; showering out grace on my kids.
"Then the Lord came down in the cloud and stood there with him and proclaimed his name, the Lord. And He passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, "The Lord, The Lord, the compassionate and and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin." Exodus 34:5-7