Special children have special needs. And with them, they bring very special moments.
Very, very, very special moments.
Moments so special that there are absolutely no words to explain it. I feel these moments in the deepest part of my heart, a part that I never knew existed until my beautiful first born son, now Master 10, was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder 7 years ago. Continue reading
Today I’d planned exactly what I wanted to say before sitting down & getting the chance to do it. The world was against me. My frustration was inspiring. It was flowing in my mind well before my thumbs hit the keyboard.
Like how I rang my Mum this morning, almost in tears & begging her to give me 1 hour of child free time, which I never ever do, before I drained the bank account & went bush, never to be seen again. Unfortunately that’s as far as draining my bank account would of taken me.
But fortunately, 1 hour turned into 3 hours. Fuck yeah! Continue reading
Yesterday I cried over an omelette.
Why you ask? So did the Fathership
24 hours later, so am I.
I still don’t know but as the Fathership says, I was “having a moment”. They aren’t unusual for me. Unfortunately for him that moment turned into 60 moments & I walked around with a face like a smacked ass for an hour.
I’ve been known to cry at In the Night Garden when Upsy Daisy gets a mucky patch so tears don’t surprise my family. Or friends for that matter. I’m a cryer, sue me!
But I know these tears confused the Fathership. Understandably. Continue reading