Just three days ago, I received the news that brought me to my knees and sob. My four year old son Luke was diagnosed with autism.
At just a few months old, I saw that he was a bit different. He would look up and stare at fans wherever we went. Loud sounds like bathroom hand dryers and blenders would cause him to scream. Watching him bang his head against the wall made me feel so powerless. I knew something wasn't right.
Fast forward two years later, and Luke is a different boy. He receives physical, occupational, and speech therapy. His compassion, love, and silly sense of humor make him an absolute joy to have as a son. I know that he gets all the love in the world from his stepfather, sister, and myself along with the rest of his family and caregivers.
This journey is going to be a long one filled with tears, frustration, and uncertainty. I also know that I would never want to change who he is-I just want to give him what he needs to thrive. His cuddles, hugs, and kisses are such blessings. My cup is filled every day because I have my special boy in my life, and I treasure every smile, laugh, and moment I spend with him.
San Antonio, TX
