He has an older brother and a younger sister, both neurotypical, which is just right. God obviously knew what we needed. Brother is his guide, his rock, his course-corrector. Sister is the laughter, the joy that he so badly needs. She woos him with her preschooler gibberish, rolling around, cuddling, reciprocating his leaning quests for proprioceptive input.
Once in a while, I am sad for them. I sense the strain that it places on them. Our family life often revolves around Him. I know that's not how it should be, but that's how it has to be. If he had cancer or another illness, we would do the same.
There will be long-term benefits for them. Empathy, understanding, gentleness, acceptance, endurance.
I am proud of how they treat him. I'm thankful for the influence that they are exerting. They can encourage him and motivate him in ways that I cannot. God knew just what he needed.
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