okay - I am finally getting to this after much pressure from my web savvy hubby.
I am, um, I am a, ah. Humph.
Ok - let’s see here. I am a creative soul stuck in the body of a comglomer-monster drone, wanting desperately to break out of the mold. I want to wear flip flops everyday, cRaZy colored clothes, and shoes, I want to feel comfortable every minute of every day. I want to be able to quilt all the time, and not care that my house is dirty, and the laundry is undone.
The things I love most in life are my family, coffee, sleeping, sugar, warm sunny days, and dumplings. Most of all to be a creative person by working with fabric, taking pictures, writing, and singing in my car and pretending I am a talented singer.
I hate rude people, bad drivers, snobs, impatience, when someone won’t listen to me, and most of all when I don’t get my way.
I started this blog because I have a son with Autism and my biggest source of frustration is people not understanding what that means, and even the “experts” not admitting, or understanding that they don’t know either. He is the source of my greatest joy, my deepest sorrow, my darkest fear, and my most uncontrolled anger and frustration. Being his mother has changed me more than I ever imagined it would. All I want is for him to be happy, which is so much harder, so much more work, and so far out of reach for him than you can imagine. Never did I ever know that I would love him, and his sister as much as I do.
If I was given the choice to change him, make him “normal” I would not. I love him SO MUCH, and he would not be who he is if he was not a spectrum kid. I just wish the world was better equip to welcome him into it.
