I sit here and wonder what it is like to be autistic. I wonder because I want to help my baby. I want to have that piece of the puzzle that just makes it all click. I want to be able to say to my son "Owen" and he look at me because he knows that's his name.
I often hear parents say they hate how fast their children grow up and my first thought is I can't wait until Owen gets just a little older. Every day I see changes in Owen and I see his voice getting stronger so I think in just a few days I bet he will be able to say eat, or waffle, or hey momma give me a bite. I see the struggle in his eyes when he wants me to understand something and I don't. I see the frustration run across his face as tries to do something and it just doesn't come out the way he thought it should.
I'm not afraid of autism. I'm not mad at autism. I'm just stumped by autism. Ask me tomorrowand maybe the answer will be different but the one thing that will never change is my love for this amazing little boy that shows me his love and amazing strength every day.
I often hear parents say they hate how fast their children grow up and my first thought is I can't wait until Owen gets just a little older. Every day I see changes in Owen and I see his voice getting stronger so I think in just a few days I bet he will be able to say eat, or waffle, or hey momma give me a bite. I see the struggle in his eyes when he wants me to understand something and I don't. I see the frustration run across his face as tries to do something and it just doesn't come out the way he thought it should.
I'm not afraid of autism. I'm not mad at autism. I'm just stumped by autism. Ask me tomorrowand maybe the answer will be different but the one thing that will never change is my love for this amazing little boy that shows me his love and amazing strength every day.
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