Being mom...

Being a mother is tricky. First imagine, if you will, riding a unicycle. At first it's difficult and uncomfortable but you get used to it. And then with lots of practice you get good at it. Or at least proficient. This is not the end of the analogy. The unicycle is just the beginning. Now start adding in the million things that a mom does...It'll begin to look a little like riding a unicycle, while juggling bowling pins, while balancing a knife on your nose, backwards on a tight rope during the three ring circus that is life.

If you have a child with an autism spectrum disorder there's more to it. Add to the backward, knife balancing, bowling pin juggling, unicycle in a three ring circus analogy bomb disposal technician. Sometimes I am awesome at bomb disposal. Other days there are explosions and tears. Every day is very exciting in our home.

Mothers do lots and are the most under appreciated in society. I did and do it to my mother, step mother, mother in law. So here and now I want to say  I appreciate you Joan, Fay, and Barb. More than I can express before I start bawling like a baby about it. I also appreciate all my friends who put up with me while de-stress regarding my children. Thank you.

I am the first to admit that being a mom is the hardest thing you ever do. And you won't love every minute of it. There will be tears. Theirs and yours. There will also be amazing moments that bring joy and probably more tears. The good kind.

All this being said. I love my boys. I miss the times when I could pick them up and cuddle. I'm not really appreciating them as they go through puberty. Though occasionally I get glimpse of the little boys they used to be. And every once in a while I see the men they are becoming. I'm in awe.