One of the most proudest moments.

See this guy here?

I made him. He is a part of my being.

He has Autism. And he has challenges that the average you and I who do not – may not every fully understand.

He didn’t say “mum” till he was nearly 4.

He screamed for up to 8 hours a day, bashing his head against walls.

He hated being touched. Hated his mother holding him.

It was a survival relationship for him. I was the person that kept him warm, fed him and bathed him. I wasn’t his mother. He didn’t know what mother was.

I was 20 years old. And my heart was breaking.

In those early years, when things were always so desperate, always so isolating, always so unknown, it was impossible to see anything in the future. I couldn’t imagine Ethan talking, forming friendships, reading, being independent.

Because when you are living it, day in, day out – it’s hard. Fucking hard.

And foresight for me, was impossible.

Fast forward 10 years or so.

My guy, Ethan, this term at his special school was made school captain. School Captain! My heart melts with pride and complete admiration for how far Ethan has come since commencing school. His speech, understanding, comprehension has gone leaps and bounds compared to when he was little. I could not be more amazed by this human being.

I made him.

The other week, during lunch break, Ethan noticed on the other side of the oval a student being bullying, ganged up on being bashed. Bullying doesn’t discriminate, even special schools experience it. You know what he did? He ran, as fast as he could to that other side of the oval and jumped in between the students that were attacking this kid and intervened the fight! He broke up the fight!

If I leave anything behind in my legacy – I am so happy that I am teaching my kids empathy and to care about others.

This. Makes me a happy mother.

Ethan was so proud to tell me of his story that day.

“And the most exciting part mum? I got to have 4 milkshakes from the principal!”

Bless him.

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