The Bravest Love I Know
Being the mother to my son is the greatest honor of my life.
He is autistic, and while that is part of who he is, it is not all that he is. He is thoughtful, sensitive, funny, intelligent, and deeply feeling in ways that are hard to put into words. He experiences the world differently — louder, brighter, heavier — and because of that, he needs more understanding, more patience, and more grace.
Being the mother of an autistic child means loving fiercely and worrying constantly. I worry about how the world treats him. I worry about whether people truly see his heart and not just his struggles. I worry about his future — not because I doubt him, but because I know the world isn’t always gentle with kids like him.
Some days are hard. There are meltdowns, overwhelm, misunderstandings, and moments where I feel helpless because I can’t take his feelings away. There are days I question if I’m doing enough or doing it right. But there are also days filled with laughter, deep conversations, unexpected hugs, and moments of connection that feel almost sacred.
I love him more than anything in this entire world. Every decision I make, every worry I carry, every boundary I set comes from wanting him to have the best life possible — one where he feels safe, accepted, and loved exactly as he is.
I may worry a lot… but that’s what mothers do.
Especially mothers who love this deeply.
And I will always choose him. 🤍
