I thought the world of autism was foreign to me, but after reading a pile of books and doing online searches about the spectrum, I discovered that this is not uncharted territory, instead I realized that this is my son. I know this world already, I live it everyday.
No matter what the final diagnosis is, I’ve realized that my son is my son and no matter what label you give him, he’s still the boy I’ve loved everyday. Though he has challenges that make life tough, he has a personality that I adore. His unique life perspective blesses my life and he brings me so much joy. Though I wish he didn’t struggle with so many things, I would miss his uniqueness if he was wired differently—who else would wear red rain boots everywhere he goes in the dead heat of summer?
Today I’m no longer afraid, instead I’m excited about the possibility of improving his life and I’m looking forward to all that he’ll teach me along the way.
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The other night we took the boys out to dinner for spaghetti. As the dishes were being served my middle son reminded everyone to put their napkin in their lap before eating. My little one laughed out loud and said, “I’m not fancy!” then proceeded to wipe his face with the back of his hand.
That’s my boy!