I Am The Happy Mother Of An Autistic Child
Before Adam was born, I knew he was going to be a boy. I had one of those lucid dreams in my first trimester where I actually “saw” Adam. My dreams were typical ones: picturing early mornings at hockey practice, cars, trucks, superheroes, and later a girlfriend hidden away behind a closed bedroom door. My only fear was in not having a child – in never having the joys and the headaches at all. So maybe that’s what made me a happy mother of an autistic child.
The pride and joy I feel for Adam motivated me to form The Autism Acceptance Program and begin a blog titled The Joy of Autism. Adam, who is now five years old, was diagnosed at eighteen months of age. The word “joy” in our lives isn’t just a mantra, it’s for real. Despite challenges and hurdles, Adam’s affection and affable nature motivates everyone in our family to focus on what quality of life means: in the short time we have on this earth, we try to focus on what is meaningful in our lives. While Adam may never be a “jock,” autism doesn’t mean that he’ll never play hockey.
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