Noah is an autistic boy and this night, he was with his mom and dad at Adam Camp, a camp for children with autism, to help Noah learn how to interact with others and his environment.A little while later it was time for the party to end. I thought this might be a potential problem for Noah as I was sure that he would not want to go. When I told them it was time to go they gave each other a quick hug and then she ran off to find her dad who was in a field down below walking with her little brother.
"What a great night Noah!" I said to him proudly while grabbing his hand.
"Mmm." He said. I could tell his mind was racing. I could tell this because when he is over thinking something he chews on his bottom lip.
"What was her name?"
"Shauna. She is my best friend," Noah responded. Those words felt really nice in my ears. I have never heard him so excited about someone else.
"What did she say to get you to throw your stick in the water when you met her?" I pressed.
"She told me not to be chicken." He smiled.
"How old is she?" I asked as we started walking toward the car.
"Dad," Noah said as let go of my hand. "I have to do something."
And with that he turned around and ran down toward the field were little Shauna was. I am semi-proud of myself because my normal overprotective reaction to this would be to tell him to wait for me. I did not tell him to stop. I just watched…and I knew what he was going to do.
She was standing next to her mom and dad and when she saw Noah she left them to run to him. I saw him say something to her in her ear. She smiled at him, and then I saw something I will never forget.
He gave her a kiss.
Sorry Little Mermaid, Spiderman, or Friends there has never been a kiss more romantic then this! It is frozen in my mind from here on out….
Once his time stopping first kiss ended he turned around and came sprinting back toward me. Shauna turned to her parents and ran excitedly into their arms. I caught the smiles on the faces of the parents…they were just as proud for her as I was for Noah. This was not pride because I think eight year olds should be 'smooching,' it was pride because Noah had allowed himself to feel something.
When he came back to me I gave him a bear hug. I asked him if he had asked her for permission to kiss her. Noah said "I told her I was going to kiss her…and that I was not a chicken." He was smiling from ear to ear and breathing heavily now.
I asked him one last question. I asked him "Why did you kiss her?"
"Because dad. I always want to remember her." He looked at me square in the eyes as he said this with complete seriousness.
With that response the needless part of me that worries for him was smashed into pieces. One way or another he is going to be just fine. He will find a way out of this maze…and when he does the world better look out.
I won’t be chicken either anymore Noah. I will not parent out of fear anymore. I am glad you found your Winnie.
He is going to have a life filled with wonder and joy. He may have lost some early battles…but he is destined to win the war. How do I know? Because he is the wisest person in the world right now:
Why do we kiss?
We kiss to remember the person we are kissing.
What a perfect night…and how peaceful I feel.
-John Roedel for Foundation for a Better Life.