(Here at the end of the month of April, Autism Awareness Month, I'm resharing a post from way back in 2019. So much has changed. My son and I have both grown and changed so much. But the sentiment is of differences and acceptance still rings true.) Having a kid with special needs made me learn early on how to choose my battles. It also taught me a lot about defining a "new normal". What made sense for other parents and their kids might not work for us. It took me a while, but over time I got okay with that. I also began coming to terms with what kind of mom I was, and even better, what kind of mom I was not. Not everybody gets us kid, but we've got each other. In the beginning, I was all over all of the events having to do with autism. The walks, the fundraisers, the awareness events. And then I began realizing that my kid didn't enjoy them and neither did I. As a matter of fact, I felt worse after trying to do them....
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans