We hadn't been moved in long, still a few moving boxes strewn through our little apartment waiting patiently to be unpacked. I was sitting, wasting time I'm sure, and I began to hear a little sound.
I stopped and initially thought it was part of Sam's favorite cartoon (Yo Gabba Gabba), and then I hear it. "Beaty, Beat, Beat, Beaty, Beat, CLAP! CLAP!", then I hear my boy's little 3 year old hands slap together with the tune. Time stood still for a second and I felt the tears in my eyes and a smile fill my face and I just closed my eyes for a moment and listened. I slowly got up and walked to his room, resisting the urge to run so I didn't miss it, and there he was, sitting with his favorite book in a t-shirt and a pull-up on a lazy Saturday afternoon, watching his favorite cartoon and clapping with the song.
He was not in an ABA session, there was no therapist with an outstretched hand holding a snack. There was not a furrowed brow, there were no tears, not one shred of the hard work he did to find this moment on his little face. This was simply our 3 year old little Sam enjoying being 3, imitating his favorite cartoon with the happiest little smile. I am SO incredibly proud of you my sweet boy.
