Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Unless you have a narcissistic personality disorder, most people go about their lives and have a level of reasonable personal pride. It can be pride in their career, pride in material objects, pride in people they know. I don’t have any of that. I only have one true, true piece of pride.
My son is the kindest soul, the most helpful without complaint. He wants so badly to make people around him happy and proud. In fact, 80% of the progress he has made hasn’t been because of personal gain. He’s worked that hard because he wants us to be happy.
He’s worked for years and we have been blessed. He has begun speaking. We were told a year ago he wouldn’t. Well, they were wrong. He can and he does.
If such a person grew inside me for nine months, has part of my DNA, and is who he is - I take pride in that. It’s actually hard for me to take compliments on what sort of mother I am. I usually reply with “Thank you so much, but he’s the one who deserves praise. He’s the one who worked this hard”, and all of that is true., but part of that did come from me- and for that I am proud.
Monday, April 2, 2018
I’m so appreciative of Autism Awareness Day and Month. It reminds lots of people of what we fight for every day. What we will fight for every day for the rest of our lives.
A long, endless fight.
We get knocked down over and over again.
We stumble, fall, stumble, fall, and then we finally grab something to hold onto and we get back up.
Tired, we fight.
Sad, we show smiles to our children.
Angry, we try to be calm.
Desperate, we pray.
God bless every single person out there who is fighting.
We may light it up, but we refuse to be blue 😊💗