As I was driving to the train this morning, I saw the school
bus that used to pick up my boys when they were in special ed preschool at our
neighborhood public school (they now attend a private autism school). I saw the mom stand there in the snow waving at
the bus until she couldn’t see it anymore.
I saw the look on her face – hope, fear, vulnerability. I remember all those emotions in the early
days (I still experience those emotions, but I’m used to them now). She reminded me of myself in the early days
of our diagnosis. My eyes filled with
tears and I wanted to get out of the car, hug her and not tell her everything
will be ok, because it won’t, but let her know it gets easier. Everything we thought parenting would be,
never will be, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t joy, love and beauty – there is,
plenty of it. There are also plenty of
rough days, but we live in a different reality, and it truly can be wonderful.
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