My Daughter is the light of my world
She is my reason for breathing, for growing up, for going to work everyday, for not settling.
My Daughter once broke my nose with her forehead
I tried to pick her up while she was protesting
My Daughter is a princess
and acts accordingly, on all levels
My Daughter's life saved my life
Plain and simple
My Daughter was born with huge feet
I had to buy her 3 month socks as a newborn
My Daughter is misunderstood
My Daughter is difficult
Just like her mother
My Daughter used to throw these intense fits
I was afraid to take her anywhere for an entire year
My Daughter is strong willed
May that never be broken
My Daughter is beautiful
And she's missing 4 teeth
My Daughter loves all things girly
I dont know where this came from
My Daughter gives the worlds best hugs
My Daughter loves Green Eggs and Ham
Thank you, Thank you, Sam-I-Am
My Daughter is afraid of large groups of people
and the hair dryer, vaccume, bathroom fan, and coffee grinder
My Daughter can speak!
Even when she's not makign sense... they are words... and you can understand them
My Daughter has the heart of an angel
She's hurt easily, but forgives quickly
My Daughter cries if I cry
Because it makes her sad
Then she wraps her arms around me, pats my back and says "Dont be sad mommy, it's ok."
My Daughter is not violent, "spoiled", vindictive, or a brat
She is not retarded. She is not misdiagnosed.
My Daughter is Autistic.
I did not make Monkey autistic. I could not prevent it. Vaccines may not have caused it. No one knows what did. I dont blame anyone. I'm not angry. I dont want "justice" at the price of however millions of dollars some attorney seeks for other parents of autistic kids.
I love my daughter... with all that I am. She is healthy. She is active. She loves school and her friends. She needs patience and love, just like every single other child on this planet.
Last weekend I was out shopping with my best friend. We walked past a young mom struggling with a little girl, about 3 or 4 years old. The girl was tired, didnt want to hold her mom's hand to cross the parking lot, and eventually parked her rear on the sidewalk. The mom was trying the "good mom" things to get the child to get up and come with her, in her calm voice holding on to the girls hand... wanting to drag her along side but not willing to go to such extremes in public. The child was screaming and making a scene. The mom maintained composure. I smiled at the mom... I wanted to go over and hug her. I wanted to tell her it was going ok, that I could relate to what she was experiencing. I wanted to tell her not be embarassed, and just keep breathing, that she was doing a great job!
I love Monkey! I love her more than anything.
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