For that brief moment, it felt like everything was normal; I had a typical kid doing typical things.

But the question is when we fill up the cup of others who fills up ours? And at times why are we made to feel empty? So I wanted to write a post to talk about my truth’s as a wife, a mom and woman… here is my disclaimer it is honest and raw and my about my experiences! Don’t judge me just read.

“We design a program to fit a child, not make a child fit into a program.” Those words echoed in my mind. To confirm we were making the right decision, Ralph told us “goodbye” when the tour was over, because he didn’t want to leave

Every mother deep down inside fears their child with autism will grow up lonely. You worry if society will love them back, treat him fairly, and make sure he is protected. Or if they will have at least one friend that gets it. "Get's it" meaning they will see past the labels of autism, the stigma and want to get know your child and develop a friendship.

I did not know how he would forever change my life, my heart, my goals, my outlook and faith.