I am an army wife and autism mom.
Traveling the journey of autism with strength, courage, conviction, laughter, tears – and wine. LOTS of wine.
I choose humor.
Because the alternative sucks.
I don’t have time to use my anger to feel sorry for my daughter, myself or my family. I don’t have the luxury of spending precious energy visiting all of the ‘what-ifs’ and ‘what-could-have-beens’. If I can’t regularly make the time for a decent dinner out with my husband, then I sure as hell don’t have time to complain.
All of us are who we are meant to be. Period. But that doesn’t mean we cannot attempt to make the journey a little easier for everyone. It doesn’t relieve the responsibility to travel this road with compassion, empathy and an open heart – and an open mind.
This life DOES contain autism, disappearing friends and family, deployments, crappy insurance companies, politicians, and school district bullies who conduct themselves in manners far removed from acting in the ‘best interest of the child’.
It ALSO contains HOPE, HEART, and HEALING .
Through the presence of autism and 4q in my life I have learned more than I ever could have without it. I have found a strength I never knew I had within me. I have met the most amazing, inspiring people who have dedicated themselves to that purpose of paving a better road for others.
I don’t complain. I fight.
“To the Pain,” as Westley said to Prince Humperdink.
So. Grab a coffee – a shot of tequila — whatever suits you.
And spend a few minutes with me sharing in this journey.
It’s a wild ride.