I'm just a mom. I'm just your Moma. People like to put me on a pedistol because I'm a special needs mom. they could "never be as strong as me"
But they'd be surprised.
They would have given up, they say.
But they wouldn't have.
See to me your not a child with Autism, your simply my child. My child who happens to be autistic. My child who is different. Who needs therapy, who needs a lil more patience but mostly, you really are just my baby!
How do you do it? They ask.
How have you not lost it? Not given up?
But how could I. Through the meltdowns and ever busy schedule, all I see is my beautiful, smart, sweet special little boy. With his green eyes, his big smile, and his constant joy.
How could anyone turn their back on what is so obviously a gift? An obvious miracle!
Why don't I give up? It's not cuz it's so easy, it's not cuz I have never cried and it's not cuz it's not at times a fight. It is. But you my sweet boy are definitely worth fighting for. I am so proud of how hard you have worked. How loving you are. How devoted you are to your brother. I am so blessed by you!
So how could I ever give up? In your eyes I see promise, I see joy, but most importantly I see love. Your my boy, your growing up far too fast, and I love you more then you could possibly know.
And my boy you never give up on love.
