a day with no sparkles

Today was rough. I am just getting over a nasty bug and honestly feel terrible. Sammy picks up on that, sort of like the way a dog smells fear. So while I tried to lay still and get well, Sammy has brought complete havoc on our house. puddles in the bathroom, scissors to his pants, sharpie to his baby brother. yeehaa ! I am greatful my darling husband is so good with sammy. Sammy has informed me that puking is (usgussin) disgusting , jammies are no fun, and he hates his life. Once I became mobile I found random pickle deposits , socks everywhere, and even some random sticky goo smeared on my kitchen floor. it's a lost day, and sometimes that has to be ok.

Welcome Back

Things have been good here. So good that I haven't been writing here. We have started Kindergarten here. What an amazing journey! Yes we still fight daily when it comes to getting dressed, brushing teeth and hair, and eating breakfast. I still get beat up most days when he gets off the bus. But there is something more these days to Sammy. He has this soft sweet energy. He makes me smile and looks me in the eyes more often than not. I always felt deep down that autism took my boy. That we had lost a piece of him that would never be recovered. But some days I see him. He peeks out like the sun behind the clouds. Sometimes he stays for a chat. He tells me things I never think about and notices things I don't. He smiles with his whole face and cries with his whole heart. He amazes me!

Its been 2 whole years since he was diagnosed. Christmas is so hard because of it. It is the reminder of what we struggle with. I see children younger, or close to his age. I am amazed at the difference of where they are and where he is. I have no clue if he will ever catch up but for now he seems to be a fantastically engaging child with a 3 year old mentality. I love the Sammy we have found. Please God let him continue to visit.