To give thanks. To end the day. Like this.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Garret and Morgan
Not many people understand the choices I have
made. Nor do I need to explain myself to them. But there ARE two people
who I owe an explanation to. Everyday. Because they did not ask to be
born into this life. I asked to bear them and the Universe
so generously gave them to me. And because they teach me how to live
my life-- no holds barred, to always be brave especially when I am most
afraid, to always be awed at life and to always be grateful. And this
is where they belong beautifully, permanently engraved on the flesh of
my ribcage. Thank you Ralph San Ramon of Needlepoint Cebu. How all the more beautiful my boys' names are with your deft skill and artistry.
For Dear Life
January 2013
How do I deal with autism and various hells? I remember what is real and I hang on to it like well, hell. What is real, you ask? THIS, this is real: When I hear my boy's classmates call out his name asking him to come play on the slide with them, unprompted, spontaneous. The realization that they just want to play with my little boy. And the smile on my little boy's face. And when I ask him if he's happy and he responds "a-pee." This is real. And I hang on to this moment. For dear life.
How do I deal with autism and various hells? I remember what is real and I hang on to it like well, hell. What is real, you ask? THIS, this is real: When I hear my boy's classmates call out his name asking him to come play on the slide with them, unprompted, spontaneous. The realization that they just want to play with my little boy. And the smile on my little boy's face. And when I ask him if he's happy and he responds "a-pee." This is real. And I hang on to this moment. For dear life.
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