I never want Owen to feel that his autism is something that needs to be hidden. I wasted a lot of time and energy trying to fix him or disguise his disability because of my inability to accept his diagnosis. Acceptance helped me let go of my expectations of what our life should be and embrace what are lives are really like today.
Two weeks after my first child was born, the phone calls, well wishers and Facebook posts had tapered off. I was contentedly marveling at this little being that we had created. Then my husband says, “What do you think about having a date night Saturday?” The music in my head stopped abruptly, I sat up in the chair and squeezed Owen a little tighter, a date night, already? My mind started racing with excuses, “I can’t go, I can’t leave him.”