Three Little Words

Published on February 14, 2013 by in News

originally published in Autism Asperger’s Digest | March/April 2008

Another February 14 will come and go, marking twenty-something times I will not have received a Valentine from my husband. He has a long-standing allergy to what he calls “commercially mandated” holidays, declaring that he doesn’t “need Hallmark and FTD to tell me how and when to love my wife.” And I really don’t care because 365 days a year, he shows his love in dozens of ways.

It isn’t that I don’t care about hearing those “three little words.”  Who doesn’t? When Bryce was young and only minimally verbal, I had my blue moments wondering if I might never hear “I love you” from him. But when the day finally did come – oh my! Those three little words weren’t whispered in my ear or crayoned on a card, but announced at a school assembly. The students were to describe themselves as a dictionary entry with three definitions. The typical definitions were along the lines of soccer player, math whiz, loves to draw, etc. Bryce’s definition of himself included “someone who loves my parents.”  It was, of course, a moment that completely redefined the word unforgettable.

When your child struggles with verbal language and social communication as so many of our children with autism do, it gives new meaning to old clichés like “actions speak louder than words” and “a picture is worth a thousand words.” We may shower our kids daily – hourly! – with the words “I love you,” but after all, the glory of love is its infinite abstraction. We can’t assume our concrete-thinking children will ascribe the same meaning to the word as we do, no matter how often they hear it.

The good thing about growing older is that your kids grow older too. One day they emerge from childhood and pre-adolescence (“pukey pubes” as one friend good-naturedly calls them) and, rather than telling you all that you do wrong, they begin to tell you everything that you did right. Connor is 20 now and Bryce is nearing 16, and they tell me that although they certainly heard those three little words “I love you” from me ad nauseum, it was a number of other three-word phrases and the actions that accompanied them that really imprinted the I-love-you message on their hearts.

“I’ll be there.” At the hoary age of 11, Connor told a gathering of 200 people at his grandfather’s funeral that “Grandpa was all about devotion. He was at every baseball game, every birthday party.”  He’ll be able to say the same thing about us when the time comes. To us it was the most natural thing in the world, not an imposition at all, that we would be at every ball game, every swim meet, every Halloween parade, every school performance, art show and parent conference. Also for every nasty doctor appointment, call from the principal, broken window and broken heart. We put in thousands of hours being there, but those years flew by and what we are left with now are kids who may not remember their bygone teammates or birthday presents or illnesses, but do remember that their parents were always, always there for them.

“I was wrong.” So many people find it terribly difficult to say these three little words, and yet nothing is more loving than giving your children the gift of being content with their own humanity. By freely admitting when you are wrong, you are modeling strength, grace and humility. These are learned skills that will not come naturally to your concrete-thinking child with autism. To him, all errors come in only one size: colossal! By freely admitting when I was wrong (which was frequently), my children learned that, not only does the world not come to an end with such an admission, but that trying again or making amends – or both – can feel great.

“I am sorry.” This cousin of “I was wrong” has been immortalized in music, film and print. Elton John got it right with his song “Sorry seems to be the hardest word…” and the movie Love Story got it wrong with its idiotic premise that “love means never having to say you’re sorry.” I recently read a magazine article entitled “50 Things You Need to Know by 50.” One of them was, how to say you’re sorry. OHMIGOSH!! In an ideal world, this is something everyone would know how to do by age 5, not 50! This skill most certainly will not drop out of the sky for your child with autism as he struggles with social pragmatics. Teach him through your own actions and words that love means learning to say you are sorry when you have honestly wronged someone, intentionally or not.

“Let’s read together.” We all parent from our own experience, whether we emulate our own parents or choose a different way. My parents read to me each and every night, so I did the same with my kids; it was like breathing to me. In my naivety, I assumed all parents read to their kids every night and, in my naivety, was mightily stunned to find it was not so. But it’s one thing my kids refer back to almost daily, endlessly quoting favorite lines from the books we read all those years. And how fondly they remember that good-nights were always said at bedside – never, ever called up the stairs from the phone or the TV room.

“I’m Connor’s mom.” Connor swam varsity in high school for four years. Each year the kids and parents ordered team sweatshirts with customized printing on the back. Most chose clever nicknames, but I chose the three little words, I’M CONNOR’S MOM. I could never have imagined the response this would bring. People would (and still do) walk up to me and say, “Hi! And how is Connor these days?” It took me a while to figure out that these people were strangers; they didn’t know Connor or me. But they all told me they adored the walking I-love-you billboard that was my sweatshirt. Even now, my son warns people not to mess with me because “she’s Connor’s mom!

“Just be yourself.” Connor and Bryce have both told me these three little words were the most important ones of all. As children grow older, they mingle with more and different kinds of families, and they begin to be able to place themselves in the context of the larger world. My kids heard “just be yourself” enough to ultimately learn that whatever their doubts about themselves and their various limitations, they have the power to decide whether to be their own best friend or their own worst enemy. That’s a power no super-hero can touch.

Three little words. We say them, we hear them, we live them, we re-live them. Writing this column has been a joy for me, recalling a lifetime of love expressed so many three-little-word ways. But I saved the best for last, the three little words I whispered – and still whisper –  in my boys’ little ears at the end of each and every day.

I’m so lucky.

© 2008 Ellen Notbohm



2 Responses to “Three Little Words”

  1. Helene LeBlanc says:

    Thanks Ellen, , you started by telling us the perspective of your husband about Valentine’s day…and my husband is the same!!! I really enjoyed reading you all the way but particularly the last three words that I used with my girls every night…whispering those words too. Now, when my grand children sleep over or for a short visit, I whisper this in their ears: I am the most luckiest grandma in the whole world for having you in my life xo!!!

    Have a great Day Ellen!!! xx

  2. Name (required) says:

    Sounds just like you are telling my very own story, I’m a parent with 2 kids with autism, and we know the power of the 3 lil words. Lately I’ ve heard the story of my life in other parents.

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