The past few weeks have been a challenge.
The highs have been very high and
the lows, while not earth-shattering
have gone straight into my heart all stabby-like.
Sometimes it's just how your luck rolls
no matter how much you pray
for a different outcome.
how else would you learn lessons
or find the ways to be strong?
PJ is in full-fledged two-ness...
or it might just be autism.
Or, you know.
and reminded me that PJ is
not because of his autism but simply because
he is a child.
My sweet, funny boy who
roller skated with the big kids
at his cousins birthday party
and splashed in his little pool in our backyard,
sliding down the slide we rigged up,
laughing with delight;
Who went to a Phillie's game
for a special Daddy/Baby Boy day out
and does not have the few
He's not perfect, that PJ.
He's tantrum-y and stubborn
and challenges his father and I
every single day.
It's not easy, this thing we're doing here.
But that baby Boy?
That's my baby Boy.
and everything I dreamed of.