I loved this post from @autism_lovers – it demonstrates how much acceptance is part of daily life in a home with autism.
Living with autism means that differences are not just tolerated, but that they are appreciated.
It means being a top-notch detective and trouble-shooter.
Living with autism means learning to be flexible, patient, and – above all – incredibly creative.
I feel blessed to have the opportunity to work with children with autism in the realm of physical activities – I make a point to take note of the parents when they drop their children off, and during any and all interactions they may have. Each child is different and I am ever astounded by how well parents navigate often choppy seas. I know that behind the scenes it isn’t always the smooth sailing we see…and I think that makes me appreciate, all the more, how much those parents do each day to ensure the best communication and opportunities possible.
As someone on the outside, I want to commend those parents who live this daily. In a way that you may never realize, you touch others’ lives too. You teach the rest of us how important it is to accept one another as we are, to be patient, to love to the full, and to laugh (especially to laugh!) even in the face of adversity.
#doL ❤ VE”
Much that I love language I find that I’m often stumped when feeling profoundly, as words lack enough “oomph!” to accurately capture what I’m feeling. To quantify the gratitude I have for both my parents is – also – nigh impossible, because neither is there an appropriate measure.
I wouldn’t be where I am if not for both of them – no matter the crazy, quirky, dark or dreary, offbeat, or downright terrible things I’ve done along the way, they supported me wholly (sometimes they even join in – as evidenced below. 🙂 )
They embrace and love me no matter what, and have demonstrated the ultimate selflessness time and time…and time…again in doing whatever they could to help me achieve my dreams…
They’ve taught me so many valuable lessons, allowed me the space to learn my own (equally as vital!), and instilled a sense of strength that has helped me through some horribly challenging times.
Not a day goes by that I don’t appreciate what they have done, still do for me, and how much they accept and value who I am. I feel blessed and thankful that both myself and my husband can have such a close and happy relationship with them, and that we get a chance to see one another despite all moving on in life.
Blessed and beyond. ❤
I once was nocturnal. And frankly, I loved it… Nothing is better than the wee hours of the night – humans are sleeping, magic is unfolding. . . Ahhh. My unconventional, witchy self always leaned a bit renegade…so the space and time to manage mischief was perfection.
But…after college, those days came quickly to a halt – thank you, grown-up-hood.
I need my sleep. I need LOTS of it. And I’m so restless that if I DON’T get to bed early, I’m going to be a zombie. Likely a belligerent or over-trained one, which is woe-to-the-planent territory.
It isn’t because I’m “old” either – I joke about that but age really IS just a number. I feel healthy and happy…but sleep is a big part of that. Not partying, drinking, and smoking is another. (I can add in “not being in crowds engaging is such activities,” also, as that would very much result in my NOT feeling healthy. Or happy!)
So this gave me a solid laugh…
Empaths, INFJ types, you will probably laugh silly. Moms and dads might also, or really any regular working stiff. 😉