As World Autism Awareness Day approaches, I reminisce on the day my son was diagnosed. He was three. I left the doctor’s office confused, angry and in disbelief. I couldn’t even grasp the word “autism” much less digest its meaning. Every time a specialist delivered a “can’t do or never” prognosis, I saw myself drowning in the unknown. That was 10 years ago. My son is now a teenager and has broaden his shoulders and has spread his wings — flying in possibility. He has redefined “normal” and he has achieved beyond the limits placed before him. His heart amazes me. His courage blesses me. His determination inspires me. My appreciation & perception of life has transformed, and for me, hope now has a new name. . . .Callie.
Thanks for listening,