Do Everything
Today, I asked Noah what he wanted to be when he grows up and he spelled out D-O-C-T-O-R. I asked him what kind and he spelled out A-U-T-I-S-M. Then he spelled out C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N. I said, "You want to be a doctor who works with children who have autism?" and he spelled out Y-E-S. Then he spelled out I G-O T-O C-O-L-L-E-G-E and looked at me as if it were a question. And though my heart was breaking, I said, "Of course you'll go to college! But you'll have to work really hard." And the truth is... I don't know what will happen 8 years from now. Or 18. Or 28. Maybe he WILL go to college one day. Maybe there will be a cure. Maybe we'll find a way to continue to tap into his potential and he'll be the first nonverbal/autistic college graduate in the world. Maybe he'll talk! I have no doubt that he'll make a mark on this world. But as his mom, I want ALL his dreams to come true. Not just the little ones, but the big ones, too. An...