A Whole Lotta New
A lot has happened since the last time I wrote.
Yesterday, my son stood up in front of a classroom of his peers and apologized for being alive. As a mother, I cannot find the words to fully explain how it felt to hear my 11-year-old son say those words. It’s heart-shattering and terrifying, and it’s a feeling no parent should ever have to feel.
Sawyer is 11 now, and even though he’s come a very long way, he is still very different from his peers. Even though most of the time the kids at his school are understanding about his autism, there are still a few who like to make fun of him for his differences. My prayer is that the older Sawyer gets, the more the other kids may understand and accept his differences and the differences of others like him.
Being a mother is a huge blessing, and my children have always been the center of my world; I’m so
“Am I autistic?” I knew there would be a day when Sawyer would realize he was different than other kids.