I get knocked down but I get up again…

Yesterday I was screaming at the world. Upset for my boy, at the world at the Autism Gods at whomever was within a 5 mile radius of me. Yeah I admit… I might have snapped at the exterminator … but I was mad.

I get knocked down…

But my boy made it through the day. He looked a little battled scarred when I picked him up but still… he survived. And he had a smile on his face!

I get up again!

I have another one…

Later in the afternoon I had to go back to school for his parent teacher conference. I am not really sure what I was expecting, but I am happy to report that it went well! No it went GREAT! I really feel like I connected with his teacher. More importantly, I could tell from the way she spoke about my boy, that she had made a connection with him.

So what started out as a horrible Autism Sucks day ended on a hey… I think we can get through this. I think we are going to be okay.

Their never going to keep me down…

Then this morning he woke up for a repeat of the day before!

I got knocked down again…

This time I was prepared. I calmed his fears, wiped his tears and once he left for school actually contemplated having a few beers! (Don’t judge me… you have been there. Besides I didn’t actually do it. Probably because they weren’t any in my fridge!)

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