First of I am a mother of four beautiful children 9, 3, 3, and 20 months. Clearly I have twins, boy girl twins to be exact. They happen to be the only "planned" children I have ever had (insert lots of diet cokes here). Oh well, what can you do... roll with it.
My 9 year old is awesome! He is full of life and sass. I should have known it was bound to happen, he is my son after all. He is too cute for his own good. I can always count on a good argument that leads no where most of the time. I have to watch my words because there cannot be an absolute in sight. His heart is big and his smile is bigger. I love that kid.
The twins my special kids. There came into this world as expected happy and for the most part healthy. Around the ripe old age of two my sister thought a little extra help might benefit their speech delay. I kept telling myself this is just because they are twins. Any day now they will just start to talk. Well, those days have turned into a year and progress is slow. In April I was informed that my daughter had autism and my son was on the spectrum of autism.
I am not afraid of that word "Autism". I have been around it for a while now. My nephew was diagnosed when he was 2 and now he is 9. Our family knows what it means. Although what my nephew has and what my children have seem different, they are the same. Autism is a spectrum disorder and can take all different shapes and sizes. As not afraid as I am of the word, I have to be honest... IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!! I am non stop therapy and some days I want to crawl in a hole and never come out. I am so stressed dealing with the physical needs of my almost triplets (enter my adorable 20 month old), that I can hardly handle their mental needs.
Wow... when I type this I sound horrible. I can't deal with my children's mental needs. What kind of mother says that. I guess I do. I am the kind of mother that tries her hardest and drinks a lot of diet coke to cope. If speed or cocaine where legal and not against my moral compass, I would seriously think of becoming an addict. I need more energy, desperately! I need a happy pill (insert diet coke).
There are days where I wouldn't change a things. I have become a better more knowledgeable person. I have learned to fight for my kids in a way I never would have thought. I think some where down the line this skill will come in handy. I have learned to be patient. This is my worst quality. I have learned that life doesn't stop because you can handle it. It moves on with or without you so you have to move too. Trust me if you don't the dishes will pile up and then emails will flood your account, so DEAL.
So that is all for this mom's unloading. Its 1 in the morning and I hear my daughter screaming. Until my next diet coke :)!
