Baby Pics

It's World Autism Awareness Day. In honor of that I'd like to share with you a little trip to the past.

I have a ton of photos like this one, but they break me to look at, so they are deep in a box in the bottom of my basement. As we've been sorting and purging the house I've come across lots of photos of things and people gone bye, but these are something in them selves.







I sat looking at them a few days ago and thought about just how very thankful I am to have the son I have. He has quirks a plenty that place him solidly in the land of Asperger.

His birth was a disaster but nothing short of a miracle. He was tiny. Insanely tiny. He couldn't do the things that were expected of him like keep his body temperature at a steady rate or suck to feed. Thanks to tubes and lights and modern medicine and above all else, God, he lived.

There was, there is a plan for him. And as these years tick bye, I have often wondered, often begged to know what that plan was.

As the quirks, the rages, the stims and ticks and oddities washed over us and colored our days, I demanded to know.

I'd love to say the plan has been revealed and I know what comes next, but I don't.

I'd love to say all those quirks and stims and other things have gone away with age and diets and supplements and prayer and parenting and so on, but it hasn't.

But, I have come to learn that he's not broken. He's not damaged. There is great strength in him, in all of us. I have come to see the glimmers of the future where it all somehow works itself out.

But, there are still days and moments...but there are for all of us.