Meagan Rose has had a rose bush that we rescued from an abandoned house. It was small then and that was three summers ago. It hasn't ever had roses. It grew a bit last year but not much.
This year though... it took off and Meagan has been watching it every day. She watched the little promise of a bud, the little tiny changes each day, the little bits of color come through and yesterday she got to see the first bloom. aww, if only you could have seen the simple delight in that - amazing.
That is so much like what the parent of an Autistic child does. We hold that hope, we watch and take pleasure in the little growths, and we explode with joy at each bloom.
Meagan teaches her mommy sometimes.