My boy. My special little boy. I wasn’t expecting this to be my first post. I wasn’t really expecting to be writing a new blog.
Elliot doesn’t like his hands touched, which means he doesn’t like holding hands. As silly as it may seem my heart does break a little knowing my last baby won’t want to hold my hand.
I’m not sure if this hand thing is related to him being autistic, but it was a question we were asked during his evaluation. Although it makes me sad, I try to remember that even though he doesn’t let me hold his hand he still crawls up in my lap so I can give him belly and back tickles. Usually when he’s first waking or ready for bed or when he’s sick.
I don’t ever want to take belly and back tickles for granted. I can’t hold his hand but I can give him comfort and bond this way.
This is a jumble of thought and not well written. Just something that I’ve been wanting to do and finally got around to having a little snip of.