If the last few years have taught me anything it is just to love the child you have in front of you. Autism Mums don’t have any secret powers, no more patience than the tired Mum next to us. We don’t love our kids any harder, we are winging it along with every other Mum out there.
I’ve always believed it to be really important that our kids know we aren’t perfect; that grown ups make mistakes and that we apologise when we are in the wrong, just because we are bigger doesn’t make it right.
So this morning has been a toughie and if I’m going to be honest, tears have been shed. Having 3 children means mornings never pass without squabbles; personal highlights from this morning include bickering over bloody spoons and Noah begging me to get Eden to stop humming the greatest showman! However these are the mornings I quietly treasure, what followed this morning are the days I dread.
Growing up they only ever really called me Sarah when I was in trouble; instead preferring to call me their "Sunbeam". It is only with becoming a mum to 3 wee sunbeams of my own that I now understand why.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 