I'm In Love With Somebody With Autism

 

I don't wake up everyday and think

"Oh, yay, today I get to spend the day with my "Neuro-typical Daughter"

and my "Autistic Son."

 

I think "Where's the coffee?"

 That was a joke. Sort of.

 

What I mean is, I don't wake up every morning focusing on the presence of Autism in our lives.

I wake up, and live.

 

I wake up to two beautiful (crazy) little elephants.

 

 

I wake up to adventure.

(This would be Timon and Pumba...ha!)

 

I wake up to chores to accomplish.

(Nothing says a made bed like your sister showing off her nails, sitting next to your stuffed animals.)

 

I wake up, and I live.

 

I wake up to schoolwork.

 

 

I wake up to special occasions and holidays.

 

 

I wake up to field trips.

 

 

I wake up to Cousin Time days.

 

(Cracks me up how Blue has his own personal space issues, but invades my bubble ALL the time!)

 

I wake up to projects.

(The Alps.)

 

 

I wake up, and I live. 

I wake up, and I love my elephants.

 

I love them because they are mine.

I love them for their uniqueness, their individuality, their spunk, and their ways of looking at the world.

I don't love Blue Elephant because he has Autism.

But I am in love with a little guy who makes my world come alive, and he happens to have Autism, too.

I'm in love with somebody with Autism.