Me: This traffic is the pits! Daddy calls this “slinky” traffic, when we speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down.
Dan (18, autism): I know how to help you so the traffic won’t stress you out.
Me (surprised!): You do??? What’s that?
Dan: Go to a happy place in your mind, and you won’t be stressed. My happy place is on the stage of The Price is Right.
Bad Mommy thinking: Here we go again. Blah blah blah about gameshows.
Dan: What’s your happy place, Mom?
Wow. Once again, he breaks out briefly from his world and interests, and intersects purposefully with me and mine. And I answer, “Here’s my happy place”:
But really, it’s this moment, right here, right now with you. I wish I had said that.
~ Danz Mom, Peggy