My Son's Christmas List Is Different Than His Siblings', but It's Not Less


I’m making a list and I’m checking it twice… and thrice… and whatever words means a fourth time and a fifth time. After one final go over, I pull up the calculator app on my phone, tally up the cost of each item on the list, and I know the word that comes flying out of my mouth confirmed my spot on the naughty list. Again.

As I grab my keys and coat and decide I have to go to Target for the 45th time this holiday season, I’m stopped by the Ghost of Christmas Past. Snatching my Red Card from my hand, this ghost of years gone by not too gently screams in my ear, “Remember last year? And the year before that? And the year before that?” I put on my best innocent face and tell the ghost I have no idea what he is talking about, snatching my Red Card back because I have to go shopping for my son, Ryan.

The lists between my three kids just don’t add up. Again. They never have. And in years past, I thought it mattered. I mean, really mattered. Sitting in the Target parking lot, with the Ghost of Christmas Past’s voice still ringing in my ears, I frantically search the internet on my phone for some last-minute Christmas ideas for Ryan. As I type in every word having to do with Pokemon in Google’s search bar, it hits me that I do remember last year, and the year before that and the year before that, so, I put my car in reverse and head back home.

I love my kids equally, yet, differently, because they are each unique individuals whose love for me and from me is as unique as they are. However, at Christmas time, I feel like everyone must be treated equally by the number of presents received and the amount of money spent on each one. And unfortunately, it always seems like Ryan is on the short list.

Here’s the thing, though, Ryan has never wanted much “stuff.” Oh, sure, he has a few items on his Christmas list…all video game-related, but, after only two or three games, his list is complete, unlike his siblings whose lists go on and on and on. His list on paper (or in this case, in Notes on his iPhone) is different, but it’s not less.

Even when Ryan was younger, he never played much with toys, not in the way you might expect a child to play with toys. What he played with and how he played was different. Yet, as the Ghost of Christmas Past reminded me, that didn’t stop me from spending hundreds of dollars on stuff Ryan didn’t care about or want. Toys, video games and clothes often ended up at our neighborhood yard sale unopened and in “brand new” condition. I could have had my own eBay store from all the stuff I so desperately thought Ryan “had to have.”

In many ways, Ryan is incredibly practical. He may be aware of what other kids have on their Christmas lists, but he doesn’t care enough to join the masses. “Why would I want a bunch of crap I don’t even know anything about?” he asks me. Ummm…I guess because it makes “Santa” feel better? And that’s what the not-so-subtle Ghost of Christmas Past was trying to tell me. For many Christmas pasts, “Santa” made it all about my needs and wants, not Ryan’s.

As with so many moments on this autism journey, I had to step back and ask myself, is this about Ryan or is this about me? More times than I care to count, it has been about me. Even at Christmas. (Insert holiday guilt here).

I think early on, I wanted Ryan to be like all the kids on the toy commercials, in the neighborhood and in his school, that somehow I thought he should get all this “stuff.” But Ryan was Ryan, and every toy on the Hot Toy List wasn’t going to change him.

Thank God.

Ryan is unique. He is different in so many beautiful ways, so why shouldn’t his Christmas list be as unique as he is? Even though his list is much shorter than his brother and sister’s lists, I think Ryan will be thrilled with what he finds under the tree on Christmas morning, so why should I fill one more Target cart with stuff to make me feel better?

This Christmas morning as my daughter Emma opens up her 12th pack of Shopkins, and my son Kyle sports his latest Green Bay Packers Jersey, I believe Ryan will be happily playing Pokemon Sun on his three-year-old Nintendo 3DS waiting for Charmander to evolve into its next form. And I don’t think he will believe his brother or sister are loved more than he is because they have an extra gift or two. My hope is Ryan knows he is loved beyond measure, and that no Christmas list can ever begin to tally up our love for him.

​And as I sit back in a room littered with wrapping paper and cardboard remnants, I will remind myself not to count the number of presents for each kid under the tree, but, to add up all the wonderful gifts I have been given in raising three uniquely beautiful children as the Ghost of Christmas Past slips out of the room and whispers, “See you next year.”

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