A New Day

There are hard seasons of life for Mom. These precious children emerge from your womb and the world is full of possiblities for them. They are brand new to this world. Marshall is my first child. He arrived with bright blue eyes and blond, curly hair. We called him our, "joy boy". And we loved on him and doted on him until it just didn't make sense. Then the grandparents took over and loved on him some more. The world was FULL of possibilities.

I ache for him today. And my friends pray for him. And us. I know it's not the end of the world to think that your child has Aspergers Syndrome. There are children w/cancer and missing limbs. What about all those Sally Struthers kids with flies on their faces? lol Oh my little baby, I wish I could fix it. Lord knows I have tried. Seriously.

But there is an end to what even a momma can fix. I cannot cure this. And that stinks. Then we have to bring in strangers who only see him for one appointment and we have to trust them to place a label on him that he will wear for life? God, that is hard for a Mom. Can't they at least get to know him, first?

This child deserves respect, this child deserves a world full of possibilities like the world he entered. Even if he does have aspergers. He deserves medicine that really really works for him. That opens the world like you open a gift. Full of possibilities and wonder. I have hope. But our lives have turned down a road w/no signs directing the right paths to turn. And it really sucks to be a control freak right now. lol