We had an interesting conversation the other day. Our three youngest children are aged 9-11. We were talking about what it will be like when they get their driver’s license. Our youngest, Faith (aged 9), made a comment about our oldest, Logan (aged 16). She asked if Logan would be getting his license soon.
Logan, along with our daughter Abby (aged 14), both have autism. They are on the severe end of the spectrum and are considered nonverbal. They live together in a group home.
It was an awkward moment for me as Faith had not even thought about how autism would affect Logan’s future. I casually commented that Logan would probably not be getting his license.
That’s when Faith made her next comment. Still not seeing how autism limits Logan, she asked how Logan will get around without a license after he gets married and has children.
It has never entered our mind that Logan would get married and have a family. That and driving and many other goals were things that we gave up when Logan was diagnosed with autism.
I’m still not sure how to react to Faith’s innocence in these matters. Should I rejoice that Faith does not see her brother as disabled? Or do I grieve that this is a reminder of dreams that have been dashed?
I choose to see Faith’s comments as something beautiful, even if they bring a tinge of pain. The truth is that I don’t know what the future holds for any of us.
Maybe I just need a little Faith.