hope
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The post on Shutter Sisters today is about searching for hope. As I read the post, I feel bad for myself because I cannot just wander about taking photos. I think, If only I wasn't a single mom with 2 special needs boys. Then I stop feeling sorry for myself and watch my boys.

Yesterday, they played with some remote control vehicles they got a few Christmases back. They play with things for a while then lose interest. And it seems like they read my mom as I am thinking about purging something from their stash, they will again start playing with it again. Oh well, aren't all kids like that?

Today, Andy was going through the exercises he does in P.E. He was saying the same words the coach does as he leads them through. Ryan was following along. And as I watched them, I realized that I don't need to wander to look for hope. Hope is here in my home, with my boys. I hope that their future will be good for them. I don't really hope for a cure from autism, I wouldn't want my boys to be something else. I would rather hope for new treatments and awareness that they can live happily with their quirks and idiosyncrasies and learn to communicate better. I hope that one day they won't need me everyday. Please excuse the less than stellar photos.


Yesterday, they played with some remote control vehicles they got a few Christmases back. They play with things for a while then lose interest. And it seems like they read my mom as I am thinking about purging something from their stash, they will again start playing with it again. Oh well, aren't all kids like that?

Today, Andy was going through the exercises he does in P.E. He was saying the same words the coach does as he leads them through. Ryan was following along. And as I watched them, I realized that I don't need to wander to look for hope. Hope is here in my home, with my boys. I hope that their future will be good for them. I don't really hope for a cure from autism, I wouldn't want my boys to be something else. I would rather hope for new treatments and awareness that they can live happily with their quirks and idiosyncrasies and learn to communicate better. I hope that one day they won't need me everyday. Please excuse the less than stellar photos.
