For Better, For Worse, Forever.

I've wanted to write for such a long, long time... but I haven't known what to say, or where to start?  There's so much in my life, and self, that's changed in the last year.  For better, for worse, forever.

For instance, I started to write last week.  Here's what I got:

It's said, on average, that the typical male thinks about sex every seven seconds.  Well, like the masses, the male mass that is, I think in seven second increments, too.  Only thing, I'm a woman.  And, I think about autism.  (Which speaking frank, is not a turn-on.)

For instance, every seven seconds or so I wonder if my child will speak? If he'll develop functioning language, and say simple things like:

Hello. Goodbye. Mommy.

To bring you up to speed, dear reader, it's been about a year since my child's autism diagnosis.  And I must say, that at any given point, on any given day, his disability is never far from the surface of my thoughts.  And it's heartbreaking, autism.

For one, my child doesn't look impaired.  You wouldn't know at first, second, or even third glance, that behind his bright eyes, there's a little boy desperate to communicate.  Unable to communicate.

But I try to stay positive, to be proactive.  Full stop.

Now that's pretty heavy, right?

And that's what's constant churning in my head. Baby talk. And babble. Or frankly, the sad, silent lack thereof.

But my child waved on Tuesday. And there's much to be said about the person I'm becoming. A woman who by all accounts has never, until just recently, enjoyed appreciated revered the simple things.

I mean not really, that is. Not truly.

Because I now proudly revere the things I thought I'd always overlook.

Like my child waving, for instance. Talk about joy!

Bright eyes himself.  Aksel, 2 1/2 years.

Tonight was a start, in sharing again. Thank you for reading.