Inspiration

I cry a lot lately.  At everything.

Last night my kids were watching the cartoon movie UP!  After the old man's wife died, he sat alone in  his living room looking through the photo album.  And I balled like a little girl.  Not just a tear or two.  It was a snotty shaky ugly cry.

My husband comforted me as well as any man could.  He knows what this autism journey does to my emotions.  Even so, I think he was holding back a giggle or two.
I mean, it's a cartoon Lori.  Get ahold of yourself.

If you've been through this, then perhaps you can relate.  I am afraid of everything.  And sometimes the fear takes me over.

But not today.

Every once in a while a ray of light shines through the cracks of our autism-obsessed existence, providing the warm reassurances of hope.

Today, my hope came in the form of a phone call from the mom of an autistic boy.  Apparently, we share the same ABA therapist.  She called to offer encouragement and share her journey.  Just because.  It's the first time I've spoken to a real life Mom Warrior.

Her son is five and attending a regular kindergarten.  That's right, he's recovered from autism!  During this short call, I filled three notebook pages with names of docs, support groups, supplements to try and books to read.  She did 40 hours per week of ABA, Equine Therapy, and lots of Biomedical with her son.  As a mom trying to navigate my way through the autism research and spend our money where it will be most useful, this call was beyond inspiring.

Later the same day, I came across THIS post by a mom whose son is also recovering.  She is currently researching which regular preschool he will attend.  Thank you, Lord for a much welcomed day of inspiration.

I just felt the need to put a THANK YOU out into the universe today.

Later this evening I fully intend on watching Shrek - totally tear-free!