I can’t.
I can.
He’ll always need care and supervision.
He’ll outgrow his diagnosis.
I knows what’s best.
I have no clue.
We’ll have a conversation.
We won’t have a conversation.
I’ll know what he’s feeling.
I’ll never know what he’s feeling.
I’m not cut out for this life.
I’m his mother for a reason and I will do it.
His sisters will resent him.
His sisters will protect him.
People will reject him.
People will accept him.
A lifetime sentence.
The gift of a lifetime.
I loved this post the first time and I feel its resonance even more this time around! Thanks for reposting! xo
ReplyDeleteMy hands are shaking. Wow.
ReplyDeleteOMG.
ReplyDeleteThis is my inner voice, every single day since my son's diagnosis in July.
This is also the first blog I've come across that I can relate to one hundred percent! Thank you for expressing what I can't seem to so eloquently. None of my friends have a child with autism, so it's amazing when I come across posts like these. I'm really not alone.