{"id":560,"date":"2011-03-10T13:10:19","date_gmt":"2011-03-10T13:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.beliefnet.com\/thinplaces\/2011\/03\/perfectly-human-playing-with-trucks-by-rabbi-margot-stein.html"},"modified":"2011-03-10T13:10:19","modified_gmt":"2011-03-10T13:10:19","slug":"perfectly-human-playing-with-trucks-by-rabbi-margot-stein","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beliefnet.com\/columnists\/thinplaces\/2011\/03\/perfectly-human-playing-with-trucks-by-rabbi-margot-stein.html","title":{"rendered":"Perfectly Human: Playing with Trucks by Rabbi Margot Stein"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--StartFragment--><br \/>\n<span class=\"mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image\"><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.beliefnet.com\/thinplaces\/buddysteintruck1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"buddysteintruck1.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.beliefnet.com\/sites\/113\/import\/assets_c\/2011\/03\/buddysteintruck1-thumb-200x150-21911.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"150\" class=\"mt-image-left\" style=\"float: left;margin: 0 20px 20px 0\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">In our house, we are both rabbis.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>We knew we would soon be called to minister to our colleague<br \/>\nand friend S, who had struggled for months to live fully despite her cancer.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">The call came at 6 am:<span>&nbsp;<\/span>S had finally taken her last, labored breaths with her two grown<br \/>\ndaughters by her bedside.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>One of<br \/>\nus attended to the bereaved on the phone while the other (me) distracted Buddy,<br \/>\nour 9 year-old son with autism.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>A<br \/>\nperpetual early riser, Buddy was already watching his treasured YouTube videos<br \/>\nof basketball players.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>He can<br \/>\nwatch the same videos over and over.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>He seems just as excited to watch the same clips of the Lakers on this<br \/>\nmorning as two weeks ago and two months ago<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>For the millionth time, I find myself wishing for his<br \/>\ndevelopmental progress.<span>&nbsp;<\/span>I yearn<br \/>\nfor his mind to awaken to more than sports and trucks.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">When Buddy heard the phone ring, he immediately began<br \/>\npeppering me with questions.<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I&#8217;m not going to lie to him.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>Even if he doesn&#8217;t understand what is going on, he is going<br \/>\nto hear all the planning and be affected by his parents&#8217; sudden absence over<br \/>\nthe next few days.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;S died,&#8221; I told him, simply.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>I waited for his reaction.<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;Where did she die?&#8221; he wanted to know.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;At home.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>In<br \/>\nher bed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;Why did she die?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;She was very sick.<span>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<\/span>Her body wasn&#8217;t strong any more.<span>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<\/span>It was her time to go.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;Is she sad?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;No, honey, she is not sad.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>Her family is sad.<span>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<\/span>They miss her already.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>But<br \/>\nshe is not sad.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;Why isn&#8217;t she sad?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8220;Because she isn&#8217;t in her body any more.<span>&nbsp; <\/span>She is going back to God.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span>&nbsp;<\/span>&#8220;Are you going<br \/>\nback to God?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><\/p>\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Well, one day I will.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>I thought this might make him afraid, so I added,<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>&#8220;But not any time soon.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>I hope not until I&#8217;m really old.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Was S old?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;No, she wasn&#8217;t old. Well, maybe you&#8217;ll think she was old.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>She was almost 60.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Sixteen?&#8221; he asked.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>I suppressed a smile, wondering if he thought 16 was old.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Wondering if 16 was any different to him than 60.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Wondering if he will ever learn to tell time to the minute, ever comprehend the meaning of the numbers on a clock.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;No, not sixteen.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Sixty.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>But lots of people live way past that.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>She died too young.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Why did she die young?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Because her body was sick.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Where is her body now?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Still at the house.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>The funeral home directors are coming soon.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>They will take her body back to the funeral home so mommy and some other people can get it ready for burial.&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">Apparently finished, he looks around the playroom.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;What should we play now?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">Well, that was that, I thought.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Time to move on.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>&#8220;What do you want to play?&#8221;<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;Trucks.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">No surprise there.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Day in and day out, one of the features of autism is this frustrating repetitive play.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>For our son, only the tiniest of variations are allowed in the type of truck.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>I have spent countless hours pretending to move around gardening trucks, trash trucks, recycling trucks.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>Construction trucks, tree mulching trucks.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>I can only expect rebuff if I suggest trains, planes or automobiles.<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">I sighed, thinking it way too early in what was surely going to be a difficult day to be trapped in the same old truck stories.<span>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">&#8220;What kind of trucks?&#8221; I ask, summoning patience.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">Thoughtfully, he replies, &#8220;This truck is for the funeral director.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>He is coming to take away the dead body.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;font-size: 1em;font-weight: normal\">Not for the first time, my son takes my breath away.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0.75em;margin-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;padding-top: 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