I fell this morning. Like a legit fall. I bounced back up quick but I knew I had hurt my knee. I pulled up my pant leg and sure enough a huge bruise was already forming. I’ll also admit my ego was a bit bruised too. Falling. So embarrassing! Thankfully, no one saw me. Or so I thought. Minutes ago I heard a familiar sound coming from my son’s iPad. The Daniel Tiger episode where Miss Elaina gets hurt. I watched Cooper, sitting cross legged on the ground, move his…
Excerpt from the final chapter (my favorite) of Forever Boy: The words from the professionals ran through my head. ‘Your child will never talk, ride a bike or make a friend.’ ‘Your child has the most severe case of autism I have ever seen.’ ‘If a child doesn’t speak by age four then game over.’ When we reached the end of the road, which happened way earlier than I thought it ever would have, I said no more. The world, society, me…we were all trying to make Cooper into something…
My sweet boy, This morning I looked back on something I wrote a year ago. About a hard moment we had. And as I sit here, I can’t believe how much progress you have made in 12 months. You are thriving Cooper. You are figuring this confusing world out. And we are figuring out how to balance it all. Walking alongside you. Stepping back when you got it. Paving the way when you need help. It’s a delicate dance. A push pull. I hope we are doing it all right.…
There is no better photo to share 2 days before Forever Boy is available for everyone. Because it’s a story of a boy. Of a family. Of me. And it’s about autism. But it’s so much more. It’s a story of hope. Hard work. Resilience. Dedication. Love. The story starts before Cooper was diagnosed. The beginning of us. Our marriage. Miscarriage. And then our blonde haired boy. And the confusing years. Then the hard years. Years where we couldn’t leave our house. And we didn’t sleep. And we felt alone…
Let me tell you about a boy I know…His name is Cooper. He’s the one on the right. Today, we celebrated him. And we also celebrated his brothers. And our family. And how autism is woven throughout all of us. Impacting each of us in different ways. We had a party too. We had ice cream and sprinkles and chocolate syrup and cupcakes. And we celebrated this boy. The one who was born seeing and hearing and feeling and thinking in his own unique way. Some people tried to tell…
You don’t need a blog with lots of followers or to speak to hundreds of people to make a difference. You don’t need to have written a book or to pound the pavement with your message. Just start a conversation. It’s April 1. Our eleventh Autism Awareness Month. And with awareness comes acceptance. Understanding. Inclusion. This morning I am headed to Coop’s school to read a book to the fifth graders, his peers, about autism. To make something different seem less confusing and unknown. Just start a conversation about autism.…
My son, On this eve of April, Autism Awareness and Acceptance month, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. I want to thank you for teaching me, our family, and even the world about autism. I want to thank you for being patient with me as I settled into this unique life. I want to thank you for being brave, determined and for being yourself. You are more yourself than any other person I have ever met. I want to thank you for trying. For letting…
I could tell you a hundred things this kid has taught me in his eleven years. More than most adults I know honestly. I had no idea when I was pregnant with my first born that he would end up being the teacher that I needed. Or that a child would turn me into the person I was meant to be. Funny to think about how I actually fought it at first. See, that’s the fear of the unknown. It’s a natural human reaction I suppose. I was scared. It’s…
April is Autism Awareness/Acceptance month. Here are a few simple ways to support autistic individuals and their families: 6. Reach out – Whether it to be a friend or family member or neighbor who lives down the street. Reach out. Say hi. Get to know them. And even if right now you say you don’t know anyone who has a child on the spectrum, you do. Family member, friend, neighbor, co-worker, school peer. We are out here. Get to know us. Ask questions. 5. Invite – I don’t know why…
I don’t think about autism really. Not anymore. Or about my son being different than his peers. He doesn’t have a label at home. Or even a diagnosis. We don’t speak in clinical talk or point out how he is different from other 11 year old kids. He is Cooper. He is not autistic Cooper. He is not nonverbal Cooper. He is himself. Perfectly made and one of my four kids. I think that’s the beautiful part that comes with settling into a lifelong diagnosis. In the beginning, the differences…
