Fast forward 15 years, we met therapists who taught us we had to change ourselves, not our son. We had more children never worrying we may have another Autistic child. My husband grew up, and became the man our family needed. I became the advocate my kids needed, and I educated myself for them. My greatest resource is Autistic adults, willing to guide me in the right direction.
On the days that seem extra hard, we #putourselvesinIssysshoes, if our day is this hard, then what must theirs be like?
My youngest child was just days ago diagnosed with autism, and I walked into his doctor determined to be a rock, we knew what was coming, and I told myself it didn't matter, he is my beautiful baby regardless. My face betrayed what I was determined to show, and the doctor touched my hand, and said "I'm sorry." I immediately pulled myself together, looked her in the eyes, and said "I'm not, we have been here before we will survive, and thrive." The doctor smiled at me, but I didn't say it for her. I don't pretend to never fall short as a mother, but it is never because my child is different, it is my short comings, not theirs. #IamNOTkellistapleton, because my kids deserve the best of me no matter the circumstances. I may fail some days, but I learn, try again, and do better. That's is the least I can do for them. Our kids don't ask to be born, and they certainly don't ask to die, our job is to make sure they survive and thrive.