Jesus my Superhero came to my aide that day with what appeared to be the smallest of things to me, but was the biggest of things to my little boy.
If I could have posted a sign, this is how it would have looked. A few days before Christmas I have to go to Wal-Mart. It has to be done, chaos or not. At the time I did not know he was autistic, so you can imagine, if you know autism, what may have occurred…
He lost it!
I needed my superhero. My special needs son, who can lack stamina on such trips, decides that he and Max, who is along for the ride, is going to ride in the cart while I finish our excursion. As we arrive back at the car in less than one hour, I am happy…that is, until we cannot find Max.
My son immediately panics with tantrums and tears. I remind him that he does have another Max (although smaller), at home. He completely shuts down, refuses to get into his car seat, and nothing consoles him. Knowing that there was nothing I can do except wait him out, I pray while he yells at his brother and I.
We needed a big rescue and I needed Jesus to come in on His white horse.
I promise him I will find Max.
Sometimes we will do anything to help our children cope, you know? I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to get him to stop his tantrum.
After convincing him to go look, and he settles down, we go back into the store, and retrace our steps. Still not finding Max, then waiting another 5 minutes in a customer service line that does not move, I realize I have to take a stand to leave, and the second tantrum ensues.
Before the situation deteriorates again, I promise to contact the corporate grocery store office on my cell phone. While we sit in the car, I explain the situation, and ask them if they could please send us a new Max. The young woman in charge of the ‘Buddy Buck’ toys at the grocery chain gets a description of the missing Max. She promises to have a new one sent out as soon as possible—ending our 3-hour ‘event.’ My son is satisfied.
I am exhausted!
When we arrive back home, we find the old Max stuck in a box in the trunk. For two days after that, my son repeatedly holds his old Max next to his chest, petting and hugging him. Then he scolds him to make sure that he does not run away again the next minute. We are both relieved.
For two days after that, my son repeatedly holds his old Max next to his chest, petting and hugging him. Then he scolds him to make sure that he does not run away again the next minute. I can finally rest—and make sure we always have Max before we leave the store.
Jesus, my Superhero.
While a typical parent may view this as a spoiled child, as a special needs parent, I know better. I know that there is an angel protecting both my special needs son, and Max; the Lord knows how much Max meant to my son. One month later, my son insisted I buy Max a leash…I seriously considered it.
The Lord watched over us and knew how important one little stuffed toy was to a small boy. And, He taught me an important lesson about advocating for my son–one of many to come. Jesus is my Superhero, but he is also my son’s Superhero too. If a stuffed dog is important to my little boy, then it is important to Him too.