I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.