Like a dream, my children came.
My expectations for them were great.
Visions of college danced in my head at conception.
Are those visions realistic now?
Time will tell, my husband says.
I look at my Autistic 6 year old and wonder.
How far do we push him now?
I’m okay with success, whatever that looks like for him.
Which means that I’m okay with the same for Big Guy.
Our dreams have changed now.
Because of one special child in our lives, our eyes have been opened to new possibilities for them both.
And that’s okay.