TheMessyBlessyMommaMovement

 In 2015, when my daughter was diagnosed with Autism, my life ended. Or so I felt. This wasn't the type of autism that parents work through and watch as children flourish, navigating traditional education and eventual life on their own, but instead the type of autism that needs support, most likely forever.  Initially, people would pause and say "you were born for this" or "if anyone can do it, it's you" but in that moment, in that season, I didn't think I could and there are still days that I continue to feel as if I can't. As if autism is too much. There are also moments of elation, where I pause and think, I'd never dreamed we'd be here while she tries to talk to a family about a baby or a young child and their milestones and in that moment, someone sees her for who she is and engages and accepts her yet still there are other moments, where I catch my breath thinking, "will she ever be able to...." and those moments cause me to p...

Last year, my daughter attended a field trip with her peers in a general education setting. When moving to North Carolina, I expected education to be different and with a school district the size of Wake County, I recognized that the peers my daughter would have wouldn't be like the ones we had in our small New Jersey town. You see, where we were, families were known. All families. Children were included. All children. While life was not perfect and barriers needed to be broken, those of us raising children with additional support needs had a wealth of support in our local disability groups and also many of us found support from families that unlike ours were raising children with typical abilities. When we arrived in North Carolina, with an intense IEP, the teachers did what they could do honor it but the "inclusion" portion was a challenge. Our school segregated students in extended content from their typically developing peers. I shared my expectations of inclusion and...

 Years ago, I spent time writing deep into the night to share my feelings about the journey we faced with autism. For those who know us now, you wouldn't expect that there have been times where I sat in Target, Seraphina cradled in my arms as she flailed about having a meltdown because of a jar falling off a shelf or some other oddity I couldn't make sense of.  One particular time I was in the bread aisle, and something startled her. Within seconds, her body began to shiver, and her head flipped back hitting the plastic on the cart, she writhed as if she was in significant pain. Her little purple coat went flying, she shimmied down and found herself out of her seatbelt and on the floor. Within seconds, I met her there, bringing her in as her arms and legs flailed. She clawed at my face and pulled my hair. Nothing could calm her. Some of my other kids were with me and by this time knew we had to let her meltdown happened for her body to come back to regulation. As this went on,...

  For a parent hearing the words, your child has been given an autism diagnosis, in that moment, their life will forever change. While autism has a spectrum as vast as an ocean, in that moment, that parent is united with other parents who like them choose to honor and accept the birth of a new life that they never expected. When my daughter was diagnosed, I anticipated how the process would go, what therapies she would need and how we would access the support that was necessary to help her grow into a strong, independent adult, with few barriers and limitations. As our daughter has grown, so had my understanding of raising an autistic child. I no longer anticipate anything. Instead, I honor everything. I recognize that all parents want success for their children with few barriers and limitations however, all people, autistic or not will face adversity, sorrow and sadness. This week at church, our Pastor spoke of the fact that there was a woman present, she was celebrating her 100th...