Musings and What-not

I befriended an amazing woman today over at Families of Autistic Kids . While reading her comments, the tune, that is my subject line, filled my mind.  It wasn't until we spoke, did I discover just how hard her road on this path, also known as autism, has been, and how fitting the song was. She's a single mother.  I've been there, I know what all that entails.  However, her situation is far different than mine. She knew much earlier than me that there was something "different" about her son.  She knew during pregnancy which I found fascinating. Her son is HFA like Nicholas, but there are significant differences between the two (don'tcha just love the spectrum?).  One of those differences is her son has been mainstreamed since pre-school, whereas, Nicholas would still require one-on-one attention. She's fortunate that she knew enough to fight with her son's doctors when they said "nothing was wrong". She's fortunate that her son can commun...

As I gaze at the curl-haired, handsome, brown-eyed boy that is my prince, I wonder where the time has gone. It seems like the past 7 years and 7 months have been an absolute blur.  His baby years seem as if they never existed. Don't think me silly.  Of course, I remember his baby years.  How could I forget them?  After all, I was the one raising him... alone.  I'm the one who has the treasured memories.  I'm the one who's been there for all of the tears... and for the laughter as well. He was a beautiful baby.  Often mistaken as a girl.  Those curly locks.  Those ridiculously long and eviable lashes.  That smile. {sigh} I remember how serious Nicholas used to be.  He could stare down the most feared mobster and not even blink.  He wasn't transfixed.  Meaning, if you moved, he'd continue staring forward.  Not Nicholas. He would actually follow you with the hardest stare.  I used to joke that it was the Sicilian-half in him showing off.  Basically, letting you kno...