This article is my personal story of living with autisim as a mother. A lot of mothers are speaking out and sharing their story and I just wanted to share mine. In the end we are all mothers and want the best for our little ones.

Some people use the expression it takes a village to raise a child but what happens when that child is different. I am mother whose day is anything but ordinary. I have a beautiful son named Jesse. Jesse is seven years old and autistic.

I write a lot because it helps soothe my heart when days seem unbearable. My son has endured so much he is my champion. Everyday I get up with him, help him dress, see him off to the school and pray that he’ll be okay. It’s funny how prayer can change things in your life.

We were told Jesse would never speak or understand a single thing. Jesse has been lost on school buses, arrived home with a bruised eye from school and he could never tell me what happen. It hurts when your child can not talk to you and days and moments you spend away from him you worry in agony.

One unexpected day I was watching him in his room and began to cry. I don’t know if my tears prompted it or my long over drawn sobbing did it. Jesse walked up to me and said “It’s okay, Ma.” My tears stopped and my heart began to race rapidly.

Jesse spoke to me, he actually formed a sentence and spoke to me. I hugged him so tight for so long, he must have felt my frustration and heard my cry. Now he’s trying very hard and doing so well. What I have learned out of all of this is that it’s never too late and God hears your prayers even when you’re a bit doubtful.

This article I want to dedicate is to all the mother’s and father’s who live to see this moment happen with their child. There really can be miracles when you believe.

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