I’ll Hold Him Mom. I Have Him.
Back in the beginning, when the folder was slid across the table, and the words ‘severe nonverbal autism’ were said out loud…
I remember wishing for a crystal ball. I wanted to know what the future held for my boy. His brother. Our family.
I begged. I pleaded. I bargained. I prayed.
For a glimpse.
This is the one I wish I could have seen.
Right here.
A moment in time. Peace from the chaos.
Two brothers.
Two years apart.
One verbal. One not. One on track. One proudly marching to his own drum.
I glanced back. Checking on my boys.
They didn’t seem to need me though.
They were taking care of each other.
It all has a way of working out. The hard. The scary. The worrisome. The unknown.
It. Just. Works out. In its own space and time.
Two brothers.
‘I’ll hold him mom. I have him. Don’t worry. He’s happy with me holding onto him.’
