Mother’s Day and Inclusion
My son Cooper is the one who first made me a mom. Today he is 13 years old. He has a diagnosis of severe nonverbal autism.
I like to tell the moms and dads of newly diagnosed children that it takes time. Every part.
It all takes time.
Eleven years ago, my son wasn’t diagnosed yet. But we knew. In our hearts we knew. We were on waiting lists and living our life in the waiting rooms of therapy centers. Autism was our destination. The unknown was our journey.
It was May. I picked him and his baby brother up from daycare like every other Friday.
My son didn’t run to me. He wasn’t with the group. He spent his time wandering. Lifting handfuls of sand and watching the grains fall through his fingers. Clouds. Cracks in the dry ground. Blades of grass. Ants crawling in a line.
As I approached the daycare provider she said…’I didn’t make you a Mother’s Day gift. I didn’t want to do it for him and he had no interest.’
‘You didn’t want something made by me.’
He was two years old. Not an artist by any means. Nowhere near independence.
Most two year olds need help. I know that. She knew that. I think she did it to hurt me. I’ll never know I guess. But damage was done.
This Mother’s Day I got this card from my son.
I’m so thankful for the people in this world, the teachers, therapists, paras, and aides, who understand how much something so seemingly simple means to a mom like me.
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