Christmas joy.

Not many things render me speechless, but this little picture did. I just love how my girl has captured the magic of Christmas, and how our little Domino is featured. Our little puppy has captured her heart in ways I had never thought possible. I have felt miserable this week. We saw our Paediatrician this…… Continue reading Christmas joy.

Our little friend.

❤ I hold her close, Up to my nose, Breath her in, Feel her warmth on my skin, Hug her tight, Kiss her goodnight. ❤ Getting a puppy was one of the best things we have ever done for my girl. Little Domino has brought out a side of her that we have never seen.…… Continue reading Our little friend.

My boy. (Siblings.)

My boy. I adore the very ground he walks on. He is my calm in the storm. The light in my dark days. My hug in a fight. He is 8. Only 8 years old and he is the person I turn to. His 10 year old sister has Autism and a list of physical…… Continue reading My boy. (Siblings.)

Illness.

One of the hardest things about being a parent is seeing your child ill. What if seeing it was as much information as you got because your child couldn’t communicate it to you? Harder, because you don’t know how to help. “Oh, aren’t they brave?” “They didn’t make a fuss”, “They never mentioned they felt…… Continue reading Illness.

My little rainbow.

Because I made you, I thought I’d know just what to do, That I would understand you, That love would get us through. Because you grew in me, I thought I would know everything, I didn’t know what life would bring, But I didn’t know anything. Because I didn’t understand, Life wasn’t going as I…… Continue reading My little rainbow.

Don’t be afraid to be you.

My favourite part of Autism is that my girl does not try to be like everyone else. She doesn’t like boy bands just because her friends do. She doesn’t take pouting selfies, like her friends do. She doesn’t pretend to be something she is not. She is comfortable in her own skin. I don’t think…… Continue reading Don’t be afraid to be you.

9 years.

9 years of sleepless nights 9 years of learning to see the world from a different perspective. 9 years of parent classes. 9 years of endless hospital appointments. 9 years of comments, pointing and staring. 9 years of very little time together. 9 years of meltdowns. 9 years of hurt, despair and helplessness. 9 years…… Continue reading 9 years.