Silver Lining

As I cruise the pages of blogs, I am truly amazed at the bitterness and self-pity I find among the pages. Many who know of my "circumstances" tell me how sorry they are for me, and they say they empathize. In response I must say that I am not sorry for my "circumstances". This is my life and every obstacle and experience enriches it further. I have 4 beautiful children, each with his and her own unique gifts. Our lives are filled with laughter, music, and song. Not a day goes by that I am not thankful for the gifts I was graced with. I am however, sad for my children. How can I not be. I dry their tears when they are down. It breaks my heart to see my children cry. I am sad for my oldest son, he would like to play football at school, but as he has yet to overcome his seizures, this will not happen soon. I am sad for all of the people who cannot find the silver lining in their raincloud, because I have found mine, with the added bonus of a rainbow.

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Many may wonder why I call myself Autism Warrior. I do not have Autism, my children do. I am the warrior because everyday I fight the stereotypes. Everyday I fight the pain I see reflected in my sons' eyes. Everyday I fight to save my sanity. I am raising my sons to fight the injustice of the way other children treat them. My family and I are on a crusade to educate everyone we come into contact with on the differences in all children, so that all children are treated with the respect and understanding they deserve.