Good night.

I hold her close, Up to my nose, Breathe her in, Feel her warmth on my skin, Hug her tight, Kiss her goodnight, Let the stress of the day, Float away, Read her a story, Whisper I’m sorry, For being demanding, For not understanding, Stroke her head, Settle her in bed, Tell her I love…… Continue reading Good night.

Stop saying that about Autism.

Two things annoy me. Well not annoy me, hurt me. 1) When people describe Autism as a label to cover up a childs’ bad behaviour. 2) When people tell others that thier child has Autism without first having a diagnosis. Both are demeaning and hurtful to those that have been through the diagnostic procedure. Autism…… Continue reading Stop saying that about Autism.

Dear the future.

Dear the future. I see you there, lurking. I hear you calling out. I see your shadows following me with every tick of the second hand. I know you are going to get me. I know the future will come. But, future, I am scared. I am terrified of what you will bring to my…… Continue reading Dear the future.

Birthday Boy. Sibling

“Have you enjoyed your birthday my boy?” “I liked all my presents but not all the….ARGH!!” My girl. My girl is the argh! The shouting, screaming, controlling. The behaviours we expect on someone elses birthday. The everything we don’t want to see. We expect it. We prepare for it. We countdown for birthdays. We buy…… Continue reading Birthday Boy. Sibling

Parenting the right way.

Nobody really knows how to parent. We don’t get an instruction manual or a rule book. We don’t get step by step directions. Yet we do it. There is something inside of us that drives us to. We see the vulnerable little babies and decide that we are going to care for them for the…… Continue reading Parenting the right way.

“These children”

“These children.” “School get more money for taking these children.” ….The things you over hear. “These children”…. My girl is one of those children. Two families sat chatting in a drs waiting room, loudly I might add, about a disruptive child in school. A child who was shouting and making the teacher cross. A child…… Continue reading “These children”

11!

11 years ago I was cradling my day old baby. Sniffing her bald little head I was imagining what the future may bring. I was looking forward to her first steps, her first word. Sitting in hospital I was thinking of our first night at home, her first bath…. …everything was going to be perfect.…… Continue reading 11!