Kisses and Fears

Because I am a nerd and go in and read Tim’s posts, I went and read Amalah’s blog too, and found this piece that resonated with me.

This was the part that REALLY says what I am thinking.

You know why I’m afraid of autism? Of delays and labels and illness and stuff that just ain’t right with my kid?

Because I am afraid of myself. Of what I am capable of, of what I can handle, and that it won’t be enough. There.

Well, that, and the whole “I wish everything wasn’t so hard for him” thing.

He tries so hard to communicate without words. Now, when we say, “I love you” before bedtime and try to get J-man to say any part of it back, he kisses us instead. And kisses us. And kisses us.

I love you too, Little Man.