three years

It's three years today since we received the Batsman's autism diagnosis.

Nothing prepares you for that moment of truth.

Three years.
On each of the last two diagnosis "anniversaries" a wave of sadness has come over me.

A veil that reminds me of a painful time in the life of our little family.

This year is no different.

 

 

I hurt a little less, but I will never forget.

I don't cry as much now as I did back then, but I will never forget.

I forgive (myself, the universe, the people who didn't stay around for the ride), but I will never forget.

I surge forward, always more to do, more to say, to help him be all he can be, but I will never forget.

I look back over my shoulder and know that I wouldn't change a thing about the road we have travelled with our boy, but I will never forget.

I am grateful every single day for his presence, his big hugs, his healthy robustness, but I will never forget.

I relish his achievements, but I will never forget.

I revel in his conversation, in every new piece of vocabulary, but I will never forget.

I celebrate every victory, every step forward, but I will never forget.

I love you my precious boy.

Three years on, you still amaze me.