I must be the only mom who dreads seeing this sight.
My son inspires me so. He starts every day as though the previous day never happened. Every single day is a clean slate for him.
Today is Matthew's first day of 3rd grade. He's so very excited to go back to school, to go back to a place where so many people don't understand him. But he goes, face first, and with all of the faith in the world that today will be a better day for him. Sometimes, it is, but many times, it's hard. He tries to cope. I try to cope.
When he gets home from school, he's exhausted, overwhelmed, spinning. He unwinds for an hour or so, then little details of his day begin to emerge, and I wish so badly that I could do this all for him. It was easier for me, I wasn't Autistic.
I love you so very much, my brave son. I want so much for you. Fight, little buddy. I'll be here to listen, to hold you and rock you, while silent tears just stream down my face for you.
Will you ever know? Will it ever occur to you, how very many tears we've cried for you? Most have been proud tears, many have been angry, burning tears, that the world around you doesn't understand how absolutely wonderful you are, my darling son.
But I do. Have a great first day of 3rd Grade, Matthew.
Love, Mama.