Today my therapist told me that I should go back to school. I told him I wasn't ready yet. Maybe in another life. He said that I could be a therapist myself. That talking to me was like talking to another therapist. That made feel pretty good. Maybe I should right a book......under someone else's name. Change names and dates but make it similar. I think I can do it. In fact I think I will do it.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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