
It Will Never Happen to Us

Josiah does not speak. He doesn’t have to. He communicates quite well with his behavior. He lets us know what he needs much of the time and has discovered an effective mode of communicating without words.
When he wants a drink of water, he stands by the kitchen sink and hopes we notice. Or, if a cup or water bottle is near by, he picks it up and brings it to us. When he does not want the food that is offered to him at meal time, he throws it to the ground, plate and all. We have learned to use a lot of plastic around here. We’ve also gotten really good at grabbing bowls and cups and plates mid-air.
Our little guy turned 12 a couple of days ago. Twelve .Just a few short years ago we were bringing Josiah home from the hospital as a new born, with both of his eyes patched, not really sure what life would look like from that point on.
Then in the blink of an eye, he’s 12, on the cusp of becoming a teenager and growing facial hair.
When did that even happen? When did this little guy grow to be a mini man? When will he start shaving? How is that even going to happen? I watched him in the tub this morning, trying to figure it out.
Before I even open my eyes, I know it’s 3:31 am. Josiah has entered our dark, sleepy bedroom. Happens lately, just about every night. OK, so some nights, it’s 3:30 and not 3:31, but seriously, we JUST turned our clocks back an hour. Shouldn’t that impact this even a little?
Josiah has been (knock on wood) sleeping so very well for so very long now, I shudder to think this is becoming a new pattern. Yet, I know it is.