“Merry Christmas, Daddy!” An Imagined Conversation with My Son

Back when my wife and I were first married (and long before our son, Mikey, was born) we had a lot of friends and family with young children around Mikey’s age (7 years old). We’d get the biggest kick out of how talkative and precocious their kids were, and, despite the parents’ occasional frustrations, with how detailed their conversations could be about every aspect of their favorite cartoon or questions about why the sky was blue.

Our experience with Mikey’s communication skills, unfortunately, has been quite the opposite. While Mikey won’t stop talking at times, it’s all mostly echolalia. The rare times he puts words together to request something, he either speaks too low or too loud. His answers to questions are usually “yes,” with that response coming as soon as he hears what you are saying (and sometimes before that).

I often remember back to the way those children would bombard their parents with every thought in their head and I look at Mikey and think, “Ask me a thousand questions…and then a thousand more. Sing a song with me. Laugh at a joke with with me. Scream at me, even. Please, bring it all on and never stop. You’ll never bore or frustrate me.”

This time of year is particularly rough because any feelings Mikey has about the Christmas season are unexpressed. You can’t imagine the joy I’d feel if Mikey had a Christmas list or hounded me non-stop about wanting a certain toy. It is that very desire that has made it difficult for me to give my wife my own list. Why? Because she can’t possibly give me what I really, really want: A conversation with Mikey…

It’s Christmas morning and, as I just start to open my eyes, Mikey walks into the room and climbs onto the bed with me.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy!” he says in his beautiful, beautiful voice.

“Merry Christmas, Buddy!” I say as I give him a big hug and kiss.

“Daddy, do you want to go downstairs and open presents now?” he asks excitedly.

“In a few minutes, how about we sit here and talk for a little bit?” I say, feeling completely content with the world. “Is there something you really wanted for Christmas, Mikey?”

“Yep, you know, Daddy, I really, really, really want that Chuck E. Cheese toy,” he says with a look that drives home his words.

“Well, I think you were a pretty good boy this year. Maybe Santa left you a gift or two,” I say, trying to hide the knowledge of every gift sitting under the tree.

“Hey, Daddy? How does Santa fly through the air with his sleigh?” he asks with a quizzical tone.

“Well, I can’t say for sure, but I’d have to think it’s magic,” I say, hoping that’s a good enough answer.

“Hmmm, yeah, I think you’re right. But how does he remember what every kid wants for Christmas?” he says, convinced that his father knows what he’s talking about.

“Uh, well, you know how you have an iPad? Maybe Santa has an app for that,” I say, holding back a laugh and giving my most honest face I can muster.

“Oh, that sounds so cool!” he exclaims. “Can we go downstairs to the Christmas tree now?”

“Sure, Buddy, I know you can’t wait. But do you have any other questions for me?” I say, trying to extend this amazing moment as long as I can.

With a grin and a smile, he moves his face close to mine and says, “Yes, I have one more question…why is the sky blue?”

Holding back a tear, I pull Mikey into a hug and I whisper, “Thanks, Buddy.”

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Daddy,” he says as we start to go downstairs.

“Merry Christmas, Mikey,” I say through the biggest smile ever.

Dan Olawski blogs about fatherhood and his son Mikey for the Autism Society. He lives with his family on Long Island, N.Y., where he works as a writer/editor. His time is spent following Mikey with a vacuum cleaner, watching his beloved New York Yankees and continuing his pursuit of the perfect chocolate chip cookie. He can be contacted at dantheeditorman@gmail.com

4 thoughts on ““Merry Christmas, Daddy!” An Imagined Conversation with My Son

  1. Rosemary Millet says:

    You have been truly blessed!

  2. Trina Sherman says:

    My son is exactly that, minimally verbal mostly repeating. When he was 12 we went to HALO in Austin and learned to use a letter board. He’s 19 now and writes beautifully he’s even in college! Check out Soma Mukapodagay her son Tito and HALO online. It changed our lives.

  3. Jennie graham says:

    You never cease to amaze me Dan… I’m crying again!

  4. Dion Saenz says:

    You don’t know how much I wish Isabella would ask me “why is the sky blue? Daddy.” I think about this all the time. My daughter is 6 and sounds a lot like Mikey. A lot of echolalia, not too much back and forth. I hear it gets better. I can only pray. I have noticed, on you tube a girl named amythest sharber(sp). She has videos called “ask an autistic”…..she gives me hope and insight into a HFA’s mind. He may be with you more than you know…..at least that’s what I like to believe with Isabella. Great piece of writing…I hear you….and good luck with Mikey.

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