GO.
New co-op, new situation, new people. Can I trust them?
Do I dare share with them this Momma’s heart? My tall, quirky boy with the brown eyes and the deep voice and the funny gait that will always, always make me able to pick him out of a crowd, can I?
Special to me isn’t always special to someone else. Sweet and kind he is, but what if his motives are misunderstood? What if his exuberant desire to help and please and DO only succeeds in annoying them?
This dare I am willing to take most times. Most days I can do it. Most times it works out. But what if it doesn’t?
It takes some guts to smile and say “Yes my son has special needs. He on the Autism Spectrum. Please let him be himself?” We aren’t asking for special privileges, just grace for him when he needs me to adjust something. Grace for me when I arrive late (again) because it took him 45 minutes to get his socks and shoes on.
But we take a deep breath, walk in with our heads high, and greet the new.
STOP.
Parenting a child on the Autism Spectrum takes guts. What do you have to be daring to do?
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