Today my post is dedicated to my son Jaxon; I can’t even find the words to describe how much he means to me! Jaxon hasn’t had an “easy life” as most children “should”. He has struggled, fought, and beat nearly every obstacle put in front of him. It amazes me how strong this little boy with the BIGGEST heart is. Today I tell you this story because I feel like it might just remind a few of you that although life hands you lemons, if you work hard enough you can turn them into lemonade (or margaritas if you wish).
Jaxon and I have always shared a very special bond; before he showed signs of autism he was a normal developing child who had the heart twice the size of his chest. Everyone talked about how sweet, outgoing, and loving he was. Jaxon was always smiling and laughing and taking the world on one day at a time. Since my husband is military he wasn’t always home so that offered even more one on one time for Jaxon and I (I was also a stay at home mom/student). Jaxon lost a part of that sensitivity as his autism developed but over time, it has come back!
Fast forward to last night; with every pregnancy I have days of horrible allergies that bring on horrible bloody noses. I am used to them, I deal with them. Well, last night (at bedtime) Jaxon walked into my room and saw me sitting there with blood pouring from my nose. He caught a glimpse of my husband running in with an ice pack and immediately got on the bed next to me. Brent asked Jaxon to hold the ice on my head while he got some more tissues. Jaxon was amazing, I could tell that he was scared of the blood, but he sat there and held the ice and rubbed my back telling me “it will be ok mom, just let it all come out, don’t try to blow your nose, just sit back”. I had tears in my eyes, not because of the bloody nose but because at that moment, I realized, that my little boy actually understood what was happening and how to fix it. I have always feared that Jaxon will never be able to show compassion (sympathy, but not compassion) to others and understand how to react in specific situations. It was in that moment that I also realized we still share a very strong bond which we began establishing the first time I held him in my arms.
So, if you are a mother of a young child with autism, I say this to you…don’t give up, fight for (and sometimes with) your child; recover happens, it is possible, but you are the only one who can make it happen.