Recently, my four year old grandson starting kissing the phone. When I would call his dad, his dad would put me on speaker phone. “I love you, Grandma loves you,” I would say. Then my grandson, who doesn’t speak, kissed the phone. He has no trouble communicating; we often, though, aren’t smart enough to understand.
This is the first book I’ve read that tells the story of an autistic child. Now, I am ready, thanks to Rupert Isaacson, to read as much as I can.
Unfortunately, it is always a little frustrating to know money can buy hope. Most of us couldn’t afford to embark on a trip to Mongolia to hope shamans will heal our children-yet, was it really shamanistic healing the healed Rowan, or was it something else, something more, or perhaps just time. Does it matter? Perhaps it was just hope itself.
What matters is we love and embrace and find the patience to learn from and teach our children and grandchildren to the best of our/their ability.
My grandson is beautiful is smart-has melt downs, throws things. He is amazing, though he doesn’t speak I believe he has much to say.
THE HORSE BOY journals an “epic” journey that most importantly tells of an autistic boy’s connection to horses and other animals. Horses and autistic children, according to the author, see in pictures and thus the connection. My grandson is on a waiting list for a companion dog. I wonder, meanwhile, if a hamster or gerbil or even fish would render some kind of connection/communication?
The story has also been made into a movie.
This review is also posted on GOODREADS.
