There have been a million times, since your diagnosis, that I have wondered who you would have been without Autism.
The thought used to consume my mind. I grieved for the life I thought you were going to have.
When I was pregnant with you, I had dreams of what our lives would look like.
In my dreams, you did it all. You played T-Ball, Soccer, and Hockey. Instead we have dozens of therapies to attend to each week.
I dreamed of being the class mom and making homemade treats for your games. Instead I have parent trainings and IEP meetings.
I dreamed of a house always filled with you and all your friends. I dreamed of hearing dozens of laughing boys running up and down my halls. Instead it is quiet and, sometimes, lonely.
I dreamed of block parties.
I dreamed of you falling in love.
I dreamed of…
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