First of all, I want to say that all day today I thought it was Thursday, so my posts are going out late. I am excited about todays post. I invited Jennifer from My Two Happy Homeschoolers, to share about her son. They are a truly amazing family. I hope you enjoy her story, and find encouragement.

We received our diagnosis for my son, Little Bean about a year and a half ago. He was 5. He is 7 now.
Last year, shortly after learning that Little Bean had autism, I wrote a post about grief. I wrote about how I had met a friend for coffee whose daughter also has autism, and about the stark contrast between her and I, between her child and mine. No, her child wasn't necessarily more high functioning, and no this friend didn't have access to better services than Little Bean did at the time. What she had that I didn't have was something else altogether.
Healing.
Acceptance.
Peace.
And much more.
She was okay.
A year and a half ago, I never thought I'd be okay again. I could barely speak my son's name without crying. I'd tear up when I saw how different he was from his peers. I stressed over where the money would come for his therapy. I felt like my whole parenting philosophy had been wiped out with this one diagnosis. Inwardly, though I never spoke the forbidden words, I feared he would never grow up and be "normal". And I wondered at what this other woman had that seemed so out of reach for me.
How did she get over the grief and move into acceptance?
How did she find hope and peace in her daily life with her daughter?
How was it that she so content with it all, and here I was clutching my paper cup of hot chocolate and embarrassing myself as I swiped my tears with a recyclable paper Starbucks napkin?
I think the answer to how it gets better may be a little different for everyone. But I do know that in time, it will get better. Not that your child will change, not necessarily.
But, you will change. And it will get better. You will get better.
Since November of 2010 I have been on many message boards for parents who have children on the autism spectrum. I've seen therapists, gone to classes, blogged about autism, spoken to other parents about autism, cried in front of friends and strangers alike, embarrassed myself or been embarrassed for my child, and much more. And what I see a lot is this message:
Autism is hard. Too hard.
And it IS hard. But I really believe that when you come to accept your child's diagnosis, when you've let yourself grieve and cry out to God, when you've had time to heal, when you've done all of this (and more for some), you will see that yes, autism is hard, but it's also beautiful.
My son, my son with autism, is beautiful. And part of the beauty that is him is his autism. A big part.
My son is wise. He thinks about things in ways I never could have. And many times, he has it right.
My son is passionate. He finds something he loves to do and he shares it with the world. When he loves something, he dives in deep.
My son is honest. He just doesn't lie. Ever. And for a seven year old, that's really saying something.
My son feels. Whether it be pain, or anger, or love, or joy, he feels it with such an intensity that sometimes it overwhelms him or me, or even the both of us.
My son accepts. In a world where people criticize and question when a person doesn't fit the mold, my son accepts. He embraces the different, he embodies the different, he IS different, and to him, different is always okay.
My son is all of these and so much more. Time has made me see this. Falling to my knees in prayer has made me see this. God in heaven has made me see this. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
Yes, autism is hard. I won't deny that. But, autism is also beautiful. And my son is proof of that.
Jennifer
For more on Jennifer’s story be sure to check out her blog.
http://www.mytwohappyhomeschoolers.blogspot.com/