Choose your words

I was pregnant with oldest and his twin brother Zachary when my water broke at 18weeks. I was admitted to the hospital where the OB/GYN fellow, highly suggested that I terminate my pregnancy.

I didn’t

At the age of 3, a therapist told me my son was “most likely” on the autism spectrum because he lined up his toy cars.

He wasn’t.

At the age of 4, my sons amazing pre school teacher (days before she left on medical leave and later passed away from cancer), took my hand and said to me “He is wonderful. He and you are going to be more than fine”.

He is.

And I am.

Words matter.

Choose them wisely.

Wait before you speak.

Sometimes what may be a slip of the tongue, is implanted in someone’s brain (and heart) for a really long time.

And then again, sometimes , someone’s kindest of words holds on in one’s heart for a lifetime.

Oldest is a rising senior in highschool.

He (and I) have met more doctors, nurses, therapists and teachers than the average 17 year old.

The majority have been nothing but encouraging, patient, supportive and loving to my son (and me).

You know who you are.

You have been etched in our hearts and have been integral parts of our journey.

Thank you for helping us get here.

As we all know;

It takes a village.

Much love to mine