Embracing the Spectrum: Our Family’s Journey with Autism
Dear God, Whatever You have for us, I know it is for us. Thank You for sitting high and looking low. Thank You for continually proving the doubters wrong and providing a peace that surpasses all understanding. Lord, I trust You. Amen. Most parents would agree: our children are our kryptonite. For me, there’s no faster way to get me amped up and out of character than messing with one of my babies. And yes, I said babies. My 19- and 20-year-olds, along with my six-foot-something 17-year-old, and my four year old terrorist, will always be my babies. That mother’s instinct, the one that clicks the moment you find out you’re pregnant, is life-changing. It shifts your entire world for the better, and I’m just so grateful that God chose me to be their mom. I could go on about motherhood for hours, but today I want to focus on my sweet 12-year-old son. Despite his autism diagnosis, he’s all boy—cracking jokes, eating like he has a bottomless pit for a stomach, and living life to the fullest. ...