some day, I won’t need to calm myself down with deep, measured breaths before making a routine phone call.
some day, I won’t feel insecure about my son’s differences and be afraid to take him places where he might stand out in a negative way
some day, I won’t build walls every time I get the chance to make a friend
some day, I will knock on a neighbor’s door even though it isn’t Halloween
I believe that I can change, and I believe that I will change, in the same way that a tree changes as it mature from a sapling to a giant – shaped by the primal clashing of the environmental forces around it with its own fierce urge to live and grow. I believe this because I have changed before…
this day, I no longer believe that a mistake makes me a failure as a person
this day, I no longer feel that I am personally to blame for every heartache or frustration in the people I love
this day, I advocate for my son the way he is and seek accommodations that will help him learn and grow
this day, I choose to swallow my fears and lean into community despite the challenges and inconveniences and anxieties that come with it
this day, I am stronger and braver and wiser than I was before, and some day I will be stronger and braver and wiser than I am now
what matters is not the speed at which I travel, but the direction of the path I take.