Time to Take a Breath

"Take a deep breath and focus on what's really important." - Wayne Dyer

The Day Has Come...

It's here. The day for Roman's autism evaluation is here, and I can't help but have butterflies in my stomach.

In just a matter of hours, I'll be sitting in a room with a group of professionals judging my two-year-old, his actions and reactions. While sitting with a smile on my face, I'll be holding my breath, hoping he'll react appropriately.

The Butterflies...

I'm obviously nervous. Not nervous because I'm worried about the diagnosis. I know my son. I love my son. Nothing and no one can tell me anything different.

I'm worried about the reaction from others. I worry about the label he'll have for the rest of his life. I worry about making sure he gets all the help he needs to "catch up."

I'm not worried about the extra work it's going to take from myself and my husband. We're up to to challenge.

Ultimately, I'm more concerned about what others may think of him. And yes, I know I shouldn't care, but in today's society, we need to. I don't want him to be bullied, made fun of, or left behind by a teacher simply because he's "too difficult."

He deserves every chance I never had. He deserves to have a life I haven't. He deserves the world, love and adoration I felt like I never received.

No matter the outcome, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. But first, I'll take a breath, and then I'll fight.

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