What A Year Sunday

Our autism journey

New Year’s Eve is here. What’s in a day, time to celebrate the past, the present, and what’s to come. It snowed yesterday. Owen climbed in the window and said, “snowman”. “Tell em merry Christmas” and started singing, “single bells single bells single all the way”. Owen has a pictures in his mind of what happens, what’s suppose to happen, and what he wants to happen. There are rules that govern our every day life and when tiny “snowman” fall from the sky we embrace it. Owen woke really early, whimpering in his bed. I ran to him and I could tell he wasn’t feeling great. He had to go to the bathroom. To my surprise it was easy to get him to go. The gut is one of those things that we have been on a constant battle with. The up and down of trying to find peace for it. He’s acting fine now, but this is one more reminder how important communication is for us. I don’t get an answer when I ask him what’s wrong. Every day I see new actions and reactions, and for this I’m thankful. I look out to see the “snowman” sitting on the roofs across the way and I smile at the joy it brings to me to hear his words. I laugh, because we talked about the tiny “snowman” falling in seasons past. His memory is long. Wintertime is here, but for me it’s pure SONshine. I look back over the past year and I see so much triumph and victory. I rejoice for the progress and I comfort my own emotions. As the new year begins I’m going to be mindful to see the beauty in the world, be thankful for the joys, be kind to myself, and to believe in miracles. My miracle told me “bless ewe” as I sneezed. Life is a journey. The path is not always the one you thought you would walk on, but it is worth every step you take. I know going down this road ahead the most important part is sitting next to me asking, “wanna give me hug”. Take time to reflect on yesteryear, but keep looking forward. Find your happiness and know that tomorrow is a new day. Autism wasn’t important to me, until autism was important to me. Smiles to all and donut daze!

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