“Full hands, full hearts!”
I am the lady who leaves a sea of bewildered people staring in my chaotic wake. With 4 kids under age 10, one with high functioning autism, and a pair of twin four year olds, we do NOTHING quietly! My life may not look effortless, and my house is certainly never clean, but I refuse to let our challenges limit us!
When my middle son was diagnosed with high functioning autism in June 2011, four months after the birth of our twins, it rocked my world. Coming to terms with his diagnosis has tested my will, my faith and my intelligence. In what may seem like a curse to some, I have found the red string that connects us all. I see the world differently now. I am forever changed.
His “disability” has been the great equalizer for me. It forced me to accept my flaws, my limitations and my messy house for what it is. Some things can’t be changed right now… I’m just along for the ride.
I’m proud to be a hands-on Mom and I am as down-in-the-trenches as they come. Our youngest son, the little guy smacking himself in the face in the picture below, was thought to have Cerebral Palsy for the first 2 years of his life. After much therapy and numerous evaluations, he no longer has the diagnosis. We are taking things day by day and have quickly realized that labels aren’t definitions. Anything is possible.
I have the best husband in the world. He takes care of all of us (and will run out at any hour to feed my ice cream addiction!)
These are my musings on life as I see it. It may not be glamorous, but I have learned that anything in life worth having never comes easy.