So to say my life has been a bit different would be an understatement. As I mention a couple of weeks ago, my son got his first job. What I didn’t realize is how much more time he would spend here at my house.
Since the grocery store where he works is closer to my house than his mom’s and she can’t take him to work, only pick him up usually, he now ends up spending the majority of his night’s here with my mom taking him to work most days. It’s a good thing she lives so close to me. To say nothing of the fact that I don’t have a car to begin with.
So on those nights I normally blog, he’s usually here and I just feel it’s important to give him my undivided attention. Hopefully, I’ll get my schedule back on track, just maybe writing more of my posts in advance and when I have some free time. No doubt, this won’t be the last time I write about my schedule.
So as I sit here, trying to do what I need to do for my son, I came across this article. Written by someone who is himself autistic, Kerry Mango, it was definitely a pick-me-up article for anyone who is the parent of someone with I like to call special abilities.
The article is entitled “To Any Special Needs Parent Who’s Having One of Those Days ” over at Kerry Mango’s website. Well worth the read, for any parent having one of those days.
If you’re a sibling of someone with special abilities, he’s also written an article especially for you. It’s entitled “To the Siblings Who Love Someone on the Autism Spectrum“. Again, well worth the read.
So this article about a letter from a mother to her autistic son doesn’t necessarily relate to me in regards to their relationship, it does take me back. In fact I just realized tonight I’ve been writing this blog for nearly ten years now.
At the time, my son and I were early on in our journey. So in honor of those ten years and for all mothers and fathers of sons or daughters with autism, this letter is for you. It’s entitled “A Letter to my Son with Autism” by Kristen Williams over at The Mighty. We should all write a letter to our child.