There’s a scene in the movie when Rocky recites a poem. He says, “These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a Harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my shoes, no money in my pocket, and the sun shining on my face.”
Rocky’s words make me think about the highs and lows of Peter’s autism from my perspective as a parent. These things are good: the methodical way he organizes his toys and vacuums his room even past bedtime; choosing to sit with me over his dad; climbing in bed with me in the mornings, craving my touch by clenching my hand, and asking me to hug him; and his quiet time. These things are bad: clogging the vacuum with OxiClean that he used without permission; mood swings and physical revenge; hating school and concocting plans to get suspended; picking scabs instead of letting them heal; broken glass from the bedroom window; and his quiet time. Now if only I could orchestrate a soundtrack to play in the background. That might make some days more bearable.