Tonight Corbin brought me the book, Wit and Wisdom from the Parents of Special Needs Kids, (by the way, have you heard of it?) and asked me to read the section that I wrote.
I started to read, while editing the few parts I didn't want him to hear (late night margarita anyone?). Corbin sat near me intently listening. Brian jumped around the room unaware of what was going on.
As I finished Corbin looked up at me and said, "Good job Mom".
Brian stopped flapping and jumping and walked over to me. He PATTED MY ARM and said "Good job" while looking me in the eye. Yes the "good job" was probably in imitation but he added the pat all by himself.
Go ahead, reread that part.
Patted my arm, said "Good job", and looked me in the eye.
Goosebumps. I've still got them.