It really has been a great option for him.
And, every single time I am sitting in the parent area at the gym, I am aware of it.
I am that mom.
Again.
The mom with the son who is struggling in social settings.
The mom with the son who is making unusual movements in an effort to calm his anxiety.
The mom with the son who struggles to get people to understand him when he says his own name.
The mom that has a separate conversation with the coach, every session.
The mom that feels the stares, and feels left out.
And here is the thing – I am not sure I care anymore.
It used to get to me. In the early years of navigating our differences, I was so sad.
The sting of judgement and rejection have always been tough to deal with. Of course they have.
But I know now, that my experience is never tougher than my son’s.
Yes, I am ‘that’ mom.
I am also the mom with two boys, who are learning how to fight for what they need.
I am the mom who sees bravery every single day, in her own home, as her child simply gets out of bed and smiles, ready to take on the day.
I am the mom who gets to watch her naturally active son, learn to tumble and flip, grinning from ear to ear when he accomplishes his goal.
I am the mom who God chose to be these two boys’ momma.
And that fact alone makes me so very grateful to say,
I am content to be that mom.
