I Love you because..
I know how strong you are. You put my needs and feelings before anyone else’s, even your own. You don’t let the stares and hurtful remarks from other people when we are out at the store, a crowded restaurant or a playground get in the way of standing right beside me and helping me through those moments when I am overloaded and I’m having trouble coping. When I am kicking , screaming, biting and beating down against the floor because it has all got too much, I know everything is going to be okay because when I’m calmer, yours will be the first face I see. You are always there.
I Love you because..
I know how patient you are. You spend a lot of time waiting. Waiting for appointments, waiting on waiting lists to get an appointment, waiting to see improvement on a new method of treatment for me, waiting to see results for all the hard word and effort you put into making my life a little easier every day. You also wait for things like a smile, a hug or a fleeting glance of appreciation or those three little words to be spoken. Even when the day is done and you haven’t seen or felt or heard any of them, you will wait again because tomorrow is a brand new day.
I love you because..
I love you because I have Autism and you see this world through MY eyes, because you love me enough to see things differently and I love you enough to show you how.. ♥
By Fiona Goldsworthy
This is what I read on the not so good days of raising a child on the spectrum, the days where I want to make everything OK to take away his anxiety, frustration and sadness. The days when he goes from one emotion to the polar opposite in a blink of an eye. I would give anything to see the world through his eyes, to see what he sees, and to feel what he feels. He is one very amazing little boy, and he has taught me far more than I could ever hope to teach him. He has had lots of testing last week for AIG and STRIDE classes, the scores will not be available until June 1st. Both boys are anxious about how they did on the tests. Cooper was more anxious than Elliott, and we talked with them both about how they did their best and no matter what we are so very proud of them. Elliott said he did not care if he got into the "gifted classes" because he doesn't like to be pulled out of class for any of his IEP/504 assistance as he feels he is not with his class, he is different and not part of the group. He doesn't realize how gifted he already is, that one of many things I see clearly through his eyes. He doesn't see all his talents, he questions and worries about things that most kids do not even think about. He doesn't realize he is my superhero. Yes, I love him enough to see things differently and know he needs me to be his superhero. I realize his brother is part of this dynamic duo. He has sat through countless appointments, meltdowns (though some he has assisted in the making)...he has been Elliott's biggest fan cheering him along the way. He wears a protective cape and watches over his brother when I am not around. He may not realize how much he has been a superhero to his brother, but I do. They are more gifted than any test or special class could ever recognize. No, they aren't faster than a speeding bullet, or more powerful than a locomotive, or able to leap tall buildings in a single bound....but they are my supermen <3 
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