I’m in a rough patch right now. I go through these crazy phases of I’m okay and then I’m just not.
Saturday I went to my cousin’s son’s birthday party with my daughter. My husband and the monkey were running some errands. And I saw how this four year old was so excited to open his gifts, and I hate to compare him to my six year old who doesn’t understand the concept of gifts. So why do I compare?
I went to yoga with my daughter today and next to me was a six year old little girl with her mom, doing yoga. And I would never even dare to bring my monkey to something like this.
And sometimes I hate that the world doesn’t understand autism.
Or maybe it’s that I don’t have the courage to take him to these parts of my world….