The “Lego Indiana Jones 2: The Adventure Continues” Wii Game.
This is my son’s current obsession.
My son always has an obsession. He has Asperger’s Syndrome, a high-functioning form of autism.
Something about the way his brain is wired causes him to fixate on a certain subject or object continually. It is literally all he can talk or think about. Then after a few days (usually), he will get “off” of that thing (often never to return to it) and get “on” to the next thing.
Currently we are waiting for this particular Wii game to arrive in the mail from Amazon. About every 30 minutes (OK maybe that’s an exaggeration), I have to help my son go over the same information about the game: Yes, it’s going to be awesome. Yes, it’s appropriate for his age. Yes, it’s due to arrive at our house on Monday. No, all the Wii remotes won’t break before it gets here.
He knows these things already. But he is anxious. And going over the same information repeatedly—and me affirming it—is somehow calming to him.
But today I lost patience.
“Buddy,” I said, “Enough with Lego Indiana Jones 2. I just can’t talk about it anymore. You need to find something else to think and talk about.”
For one thing, when I do that, he only gets more stressed. He will now need even more reassurance.
But worse than that, I am asking him to do the impossible. I know that. But in the moment, I speak out loud a small piece of what I’m often thinking in my head.
Some days I wish my son wasn’t autistic.
Why can’t he act like other kids his age?
I can’t wait until heaven, when he’ll be normal.
Then the Holy Spirit gently reminds me of something my friend JaLynn once shared, about a similar situation. It went something like this:
I like the way I made your son. He might have Asperger’s, even in heaven.
No, it’s you who will be changed in heaven. No more selfishness. No more impatience. No more control issues. No more wounding your son with your words.
Now that will be awesome.
“In a flash, in the twinkling of an eye…the trumpet will sound…and we will all be changed.” (1 Corinthians 15:51-52)