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.

Be thankful.

Whether it has been good, whether it has been bad, Sit down and reflect on the day that you’ve had, Think of the good things, the giggles, the sun, Don’t dwell on the bad things, that day has been done. Just sit in the quiet and think what you’ve got, Be grateful for everything, be…… Continue reading Be thankful.

Our house.

A messy front room, unmade beds, Dishes not washed, post unread, Socks in the hallway, shoes by the doors, Handprints on the windows, rubbish on the floors. Cobwebs in the corners, dishes in the sink, Cups strewn around the rooms filled with yesterdays drinks. Love oozing out the walls, giggles fill the air, My house…… Continue reading Our house.