Our road to recovery...just around the corner

Wow...Where have I been?...I know, I know, why haven't I been doing this blog? Ok, so now it's been almost a year since my last post. Many times I've thought of coming back here, to this, but for whatever reason I haven't. I think it's partially because it is such an emotional undertaking to sit and reflect on where you are and where you aren't anymore...My little Wyatt is such a miracle. He truly is. This past year has been a blur. So many changes for us all. An emotional roller coaster, so many unknowns and so many heartbreaks. But, so many blessings. I will focus on my blessings. I will focus on my two precious boys and in this blog, on Wyatt. He is 4 1/2 and so strong and healthy. He is speaking in full sentences, full paragraphs, in fact he never stops talking. Amazing, just over a year ago he barely spoke...He is still so incredibly loving, he must tell me that he loves me at least 5 times a day..."Mommy, I love you, I just really love you", He tells me he misses me and at least once a day " Mommy, I just want you, to be with you..." and I tell him that I want to be with him all the time too. Precious. He is a little monkey, he can climb anything ( and he does, tried climbing a street light). He is playing hockey and loving it. I thought that he would get frustrated because he is still so new at skating and most of the other kids are 6 year olds and are better skaters, but he says he loves it, and he thinks he's very good at it...so I just say "Yup Wyatt, you are such a great hockey player". I am sure one day, he will be amazing and I hope he takes after my side of the family on that one. He excels at school, he adds and spells, and knows sign language, is a little genius. But the great thing is that before, that is all he would do. Learn. Numbers, letters, spelling, he was fixated on it, but now his interests have broadened and he no longer just learns. Now he wants to play. With everyone. He is popular, he has a lot of friends in preschool, initiates play, initiates conversations. He has developed an imagination, he is a jokester, trying to make everyone laugh. He listens to his teachers. He does everything that is asked of him. Of course, he has his weaknesses, like we all do. But they are developing to be more typical each day. Autism is something that I do not think of anymore when I think of him. I never say or will I ever except anyone saying about him, that he is autistic. He is not. He was going down that road, the diagnosis was correct, but with help, prayers and will, he has taken a different path. He is recovering. I feel like there is so much that I want to do within the autism community. There are so many families that are beginning their journey and struggling. For some, they have no hope. I understand that. I was there. At my darkest hour, I couldn't see the light. I couldn't see a possibility for change, for growth. I was stuck. I was worst than stuck, I was sinking. I look back, and I don't even recognize myself. I was overwhelmed, over tasked, overworked and undervalued. I didn't value myself anymore as a person, or as a mother, let alone friend and wife. But, just along with Wyatt, I have grown. I have begun to emerge and I think we've done this together. We are moving forward together and I am excited about what is coming around the next bend...