Missing You

Today was different.

For the first time since March, I let out the breath that I didn’t know I was even holding. COVID sure changed everything for us.

When I entered the world of special needs parenting nine years ago, no one told me about how much it would change me. And demand so much from me all the time. So much so, that I’ve forgotten how to live any other way.

They also didn’t tell me that I would get to enter a secret world. A magical one. One that only some can see.

But today, today was different.

I didn’t worry. I didn’t chase. I stood still. I took it all in.

Today, I was a mother of two, not three. My sweet Cooper was at his grandmas getting spoiled.

Today was different.

I didn’t use timers or make lists. I didn’t say ‘first-then’ once.

I didn’t give meds or talk about trains. There was no anxiety or ADHD. There was no autism.

My house was quiet. Well, quiet for our house.

We went for a boat ride. Our family and two other littles. It was different.

I didn’t have to worry about much.

I didn’t chase at the beach. I didn’t worry about unsafe behaviors or a boy taking his bathing suit off and throwing it over the boat.

I didn’t worry about a meltdown or something going wrong. I wasn’t waiting for it to go bad.

It was different. Because there was no autism.

I get to be a different kind of mama when he’s not around. Less helicopter. More free range.

I get to sit in the sand and build sandcastles with my baby. And throw a football to my middle son. Because there is no timeline. Or worry about our time running out.

Today was different.

Different isn’t bad. It’s just different. And while I most certainly got less steps today, I am reflecting on the other things I missed. The amazing parts that he’s brought to my life.

I missed him.

I missed watching a little boy pick up a handful of sand, only to drop it slowly, as if studying each grain.

I missed that same boy turn his head into the wind and listen, as if hearing something magical that no one else can hear.

I missed him studying the sky and pointing out things only he can see.

I missed the pure joy when we passed a train. I missed my buddy always holding my hand. I missed adjusting his waistband a dozen times a day.

I missed him.

I missed his color. I missed his light.

Today was different. Good different. It was nice to be present. To be still. To not worry. To remember the old me.

But I sure missed my other boy.

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