Making the Most out of my Child's Autism Therapies Welcoming my autistic son’s therapists into our lives was bittersweet. I didn’t want my son to need therapists to help him do things that other kids his age did automatically. I was grateful for their help,…
Two Autism Diagnoses in Three YearsOn April 19th we took our youngest son, Eli to the same doctor that had diagnosed his older brother with autism three years ago. This time it was Eli’s turn to be observed, asked a couple of questions and put through a series of play tasks before diagnosing him with a lifetime disability of autism spectrum disorder.
I had a realization the other night while having dinner with a friend. Although I’m a good mom, I’m not a great one, a simple yet profound realization for me. All this time I thought that all of my mommy efforts, the hundreds of activities that I’ve done with my children were selfless acts of mommy love and that’s simply not true.
In November, my husband’s campaign for local office ended in victory on election night. Almost a year of talking politics, strategies and campaigning was finally over. The best part was that he won! I should have been elated, right? We should be basking in the afterglow of a long and tiresome campaign season coming to an end. Instead I felt tired and a little sad. We had worked so hard and had been focused on Election Day for so long that when it finally passed, even with a successful win, I didn’t feel much like celebrating.
Let’s face it. Parenting is hard. H.A.R.D. In the beginning, especially the first couple of months it is ALL work and very little reward. Yes you have this beautiful child, this life that you created. Your child is a miracle. Your child is beautiful. Your child is a screaming, needy, milk guzzling, bundle of poo that doesn’t care if you are tired, hungry, sad or happy. His wants and needs come first...period. Without as much as a word of thanks, or even a sly wink or head nod to acknowledge that he recognizes and appreciates the sacrifices you are making for him.