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Heather Cadenhead graduated from Union University with a degree in Creative Writing and Professional Education. Her work has been featured in Mothers Always Write, The Mighty, Relief, Ruminate, Birmingham Arts Journal, and many other publications. Previously, she was a recipient of the New Plains Review Editor's Prize. She publishes a monthly newsletter on day-to-day life as a Christ follower, mother, and caregiver via Substack.
Waiting for My Autistic Son to Speak
by Heather Cadenhead
Sometimes I wonder why it matters – if he talks or doesn’t talk. Isn’t it true that we barely listen to what people say? Isn’t it true that we pay closer attention to moving hands, darting eyes, uncomfortable silences? Isn’t every spoken word a lie – a smoothing-over or an omission? Of course it’s fine you didn’t call. Please stay as long as you want. You’ve outdone yourself with this dinner. I watch you slip an unfinished plate into the sink and pour a glass of water. No, I don’t trust words. I trust the sound of a throat clearing, the silence after.
Photo by Christian Gertenbach on Unsplash
Oh my this was deep and moving reality, obviously born out of a particular suffering. Life wisdom rising to the surface of hard life producing trickling streams that grant real healing to thirsty readers. Thank you.
Oh my goodness, these last two lines:
"No, I don’t trust words. I trust the sound/
of a throat clearing, the silence after."