More often then not, when I share our journey with Autism, I’ll write in detail about Jack and Luca, as the diagnosis with Autism lies with them. But really, it’s all of our journey with autism. Not just the twins who are navigating each of their unique diagnosis, or us as their parents learning how to parent it every day… it’s her’s too.
Alli is neurotypical, at least from what we know so far. She’s spunky and sassy, and sweeter than sugar. Girlfriend has a waddle that puts a penguin to shame, and a heart of gold that can melt any of your worst fears away. She loves to go to daycare with friends, can’t only have one oreo - ever - and has a sweet spot for her Pop Pop, in a way that she never holds back from him.
When Alex is sick, all she wants to do is snuggle on the couch, and although she’ll chase after her brothers like the best of them, she’s also more then content to get lost in a good movie. When she’s hungry, she’ll eat anything from a cheese stick and raisins, to carrots and chicken, to won ton soup and crab rangoon - no limitations or hesitations on anything we put in front of her. She takes medicine when she’s told, especially when she doesn’t feel goo, and she’s slept through the night since 2 months old. When Alli wants something, she asks for it, and if you can’t understand what she’s telling you, she brings you directly to what she wants until you can figure it out long enough to get it for her. And Alex understands when something is not “safe for her body” without too much fuss or an argument, or our needing to remove her from a situation so she doesn’t hurt herself. Don’t get me wrong, she is a toddler, for sure, and there are caveats to everything listed above, but she’s a typical toddler, something that was foreign to us before our rainbow baby.
She’s our third child, and like most third children, she gets the benefit and the cost of having older siblings. She has tiny humans to learn from, and parents who aren’t on their first go-around, but she also gets less of the excitement when she accomplishes a first, and less of the individual attention. She has best friends at her disposal any hour of the day while at home - which right now, during COVID19’s quarantine, is incredibly handy - but she also has two other humans vying for her parents attention at all times.
She is neurotypical, and because of that, she’s provided us a different understanding of parenting, as we know she comprehends things that her older brothers cannot, and handles things differently as a whole. Although we treat all our children equally, the boys autism has taught us about certain comfort levels for foods, sensory overloads, learning, social settings, etc. For Alex, we’re learning, she’s pretty easy going, and outside of asthma and age appropriate bouts of stranger-danger, hasn’t really shown to have situations we need to prepare for every day like we do with the twins.
Where they excel, in certain areas of their magic, she may never thrive. She may never know the 80 different types of sharks that live in the sea (exaggerating on the number), or every line of the Big Bad Wolf in the 20 different adaptations there are out there. She may have to study really hard for a test, where her brother(s) have heightened memories and can remember anything from reading it once. She may thrive in social settings, have great groups of friends, and find that social interaction gives her great satisfaction, when her brother(s) may find great comfort in one or two friends instead.
I wonder what this will be like for her when she grows up. I wonder how this will shape her life, having two autistic brothers. I wonder what her perspective will be. I believe this child will be an empathic, someone who will be a caretaker, both in her field of employment, but also in her personal life. How could she not, growing up in the life that has chosen her.
Although I wonder about all the possibilities that could make her life full, and wonderful, there is a part of me scared to admit that I wonder about the chances that could make life feel like less, and potentially, resentful. Even the loveliest of human beings are human. Like in the amazing movie, Wonder, during the scene where the older sister admits that her parents never had time for her, and even those she loved her brother more than anything in the world, it could make her feel very alone at times- I worry that Alli could be sad that the twins require so much of our time.
I think, for all our children, all we can ever do is try our best, and hope for the best, while remaining aware and in tune at all times. This happy-go-lucky toddler provides no room for concern at the moment, and very well may read this one day and laugh at my “worries and wonders” because they were for no reason. At least, I’ll take comfort in that hope for now, continuing to share Alli’s story as well, because I do think it’s an adorable, important, and instrumental part of our journey.