Autistic Inspiration

I read a quote once saying that a mother is a person who does the work of twenty. For free. I find this statement to be insanely true. Somebody always has something for me to do, see, feel, etc., etc. I admit it! There are times when Noah just touches my arm and I full on break down. Thinking: if he brings me one more package of grits, I may lose my mind. So, I get up. I make the grits. He takes one look at them and runs away. Um, hello!? Seriously? And if that wasn't the hundredth time he's done this I'd be fine with it. As I sit here, Noah to my left playing games on his iPad, I can't help but laugh and forget about all that annoying stuff. I soak in this moment. His head on my knee occasionally looking up at me with these big blue sweet eyes and a big smile. That's it. That's why I'm here. This is my purpose. To raise this darling little boy. To guide his journey and teach him to function in society. There is not a breakthrough everyday. But, someho...

When Noah was diagnosed on August 5, 2013, we were told to only focus on the short term. Imagine someone in child development telling you that you cannot worry about your child graduating high school or getting married or moving out of your house and getting a job and starting his own family. What am I supposed to do with that? How am I supposed to take that? Who are you to tell me something like that? Then I think, hmm, maybe that's absolutely wonderful advice. She absolutely never said it wouldn't happen. She just said don't worry about it NOW. It's the same as 13, 14, and 15 year old kids worrying and wondering what kind of car they'll drive and freshman and sophomores worrying and wondering about what college they'll attend. But in the same breath, how can anyone say, "don't worry" when it comes to your child. Special needs or not. It's in the blueprint of being a mom. It's embedded in our brains. Lord have mercy, I've gone insan...