Yes, he irritates me at times (this has only got worse since 2012 – puberty is a bitch), yes, I feel frustrated, overwhelmed and frazzled most of the time. Would I take his autism way from him if it meant he could chat with me and make friendships? So very often.
But I couldn’t imagine a life where Harry wasn’t the embodiment of joy, where his smile didn't melt me even on the toughest days and his voice calling for me didn't make me smile from my soul.
Harry without bouncing, without random outbursts of expletives, without bending my fingers back to explore the palm of my hand, wouldn’t be Harry.
I guess today’s newsletter feels more like a blog post (not sure if that’s a good thing or not) but this paragraph came to me when I was in the shower, and I just knew I wanted to share it in case it helped someone else even just a bit to remember that there will be days when we don’t like the behaviours and choices of our children but there’s never a day that we don’t love them.
With love from Our Altered Life to yours, Charlie xx