My story started a lifetime ago, while in another life really. Being a mom was all I ever wanted. The day I had my son was the most amazing day of my life. He was going to be a doctor, or maybe a lawyer. He was going to get married, give me beautiful grandchildren and I was certain lots of heart attacks along the way. He was going to be everything I wanted him to be, everything I had created. I spent the next 2 years, 2 months and 6 days writing my sons story for him, and it was a wonderful one. Then one day, suddenly all those stories I had written, well just like that they became fantasy. The book I had written had to shelved, room needed to be made for a new book, one that had nothing but blank pages.
I have spent the last 6.5 years filling those pages. While the stories may not be the same or even close to the same as the ones I had created, they are still beautiful, maybe even more beautiful then the ones I had written. There are some stories that are painfully awful, and others that are so wonderful I cannot even explain, like the first time my son called me Mommy. Each and every story though has something in common, each one made me stronger, and made me love my son just a little bit more. My son owns a piece of my soul, quite possibly the purest piece.
Today I am wearing blue. Not just to raise awareness but to remember that I don’t get to write my own stories. I need to embrace the life that I have been given and write extraordinary stories from them, because let me tell you those stories hold more love than anything I could have created on my own.
What is your story?
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What are we but our stories?
Being a mother of a child with Autism I have a lot of stories. Some funny, some not so funny, some empowering, others like a page out of a very sad story. Most of my stories revolve around the most remarkable little boy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, my son Daniel.
My story started a lifetime ago, while in another life really. Being a mom was all I ever wanted. The day I had my son was the most amazing day of my life. He was going to be a doctor, or maybe a lawyer. He was going to get married, give me beautiful grandchildren and I was certain lots of heart attacks along the way. He was going to be everything I wanted him to be, everything I had created. I spent the next 2 years, 2 months and 6 days writing my sons story for him, and it was a wonderful one. Then one day, suddenly all those stories I had written, well just like that they became fantasy. The book I had written had to shelved, room needed to be made for a new book, one that had nothing but blank pages.
I have spent the last 6.5 years filling those pages. While the stories may not be the same or even close to the same as the ones I had created, they are still beautiful, maybe even more beautiful then the ones I had written. There are some stories that are painfully awful, and others that are so wonderful I cannot even explain, like the first time my son called me Mommy. Each and every story though has something in common, each one made me stronger, and made me love my son just a little bit more. My son owns a piece of my soul, quite possibly the purest piece.
Today I am wearing blue. Not just to raise awareness but to remember that I don’t get to write my own stories. I need to embrace the life that I have been given and write extraordinary stories from them, because let me tell you those stories hold more love than anything I could have created on my own.
What is your story?
My story started a lifetime ago, while in another life really. Being a mom was all I ever wanted. The day I had my son was the most amazing day of my life. He was going to be a doctor, or maybe a lawyer. He was going to get married, give me beautiful grandchildren and I was certain lots of heart attacks along the way. He was going to be everything I wanted him to be, everything I had created. I spent the next 2 years, 2 months and 6 days writing my sons story for him, and it was a wonderful one. Then one day, suddenly all those stories I had written, well just like that they became fantasy. The book I had written had to shelved, room needed to be made for a new book, one that had nothing but blank pages.
I have spent the last 6.5 years filling those pages. While the stories may not be the same or even close to the same as the ones I had created, they are still beautiful, maybe even more beautiful then the ones I had written. There are some stories that are painfully awful, and others that are so wonderful I cannot even explain, like the first time my son called me Mommy. Each and every story though has something in common, each one made me stronger, and made me love my son just a little bit more. My son owns a piece of my soul, quite possibly the purest piece.
Today I am wearing blue. Not just to raise awareness but to remember that I don’t get to write my own stories. I need to embrace the life that I have been given and write extraordinary stories from them, because let me tell you those stories hold more love than anything I could have created on my own.
What is your story?
