Connect the Dots

She doesn't know how to make meaningful connections I'm told. She lives in her own little world I'm told. She learns at a different pace and level I'm told. Yes some of this is true but that little girl runs to me when I get home from work, she hugs me and tries to say Mom. She cuddles with me at night and we laugh together over favorite songs and dance.

To My Other Child

When people ask you about your autistic sister, you show them kindness and say she is perfect.... You are a hero and you don't even know it yet kid... your going to move mountains someday!!

Bad Days and Good

I've got 99 problems and bags under my eyes for days but here I am doing what good I can. I hope you feel good about the great things you do. If not, please take a moment to close your eyes and tell yourself thank you if no one else has.

Thoughts and Fears..

I often find myself wondering what she is thinking.. I of course wish she could tell me her wants and needs verbally and I would love to hear her say I love you mom. I dream of the endless possibilities with her and I believe that someday I will hear those sweet words from her.

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