Well, it’s been 6 months now since we moved to St. Louis Missouri and life is starting to feel settled. The kids are in school, the husband works from home and I accepted a full time positive with an office outside of the home (Praise God).
Every so often I will stop to wonder if I’ve crossed some threshold or stepped into a portal and have “accepted my kids” for who they are. I wonder if I have found the joy in raising my now elementary aged “special” children. I even wonder, and please comment on this, if my little jokes about Autism are respectful enough at times. I grew up with a “special” mother who could crack up about her miscommunications so perhaps it truly feels natural for me to not take ourselves so darn seriously! It’s like, I have to be able to laugh at the differences between my brain and the brain of those of whom live in my house.
I identify as Neurotypical. That just means I got checked out by a psychiatrist and I don’t have ADHD, Autism or even Narcissism (phew). Communication happens all day long and if I can’t laugh off the daily 101 miscommunications that happen in my home, well, I might not be a very happy person.
E1 really seems very happy with who he is all around. At the still tender age of 8 he’s able to adapt to change and transitions. He can share with his friends and just yesterday gave a very special Pokémon card to his buddy because he wants to make others happy. He discloses his ADHD and or Autism when he’s comfortable. He gets who he is, how is brain works and he’s content. I’m not sure I could have seen us being here three years ago when we was diagnosed.
Could it be that when our “special” children better understand who they are and accept themselves, we too find acceptance about not just who are children are but who we are as parents?
Check out E1’s original song about his ADHD. It’s out of this world.
Thanks for reading, watching and accepting us for who we are. What the world needs now is more understanding and patience with ourselves as well as others.
Settled in Missouri for now,
CH
“I wouldn’t change you for the world, but I would change the world for you”
Chelsea Hull 
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