I sat across from a table last night and listened to someone talk about my sweet Witten in an ugly way. My heart began to pound and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out of there. I was suffocating. I rushed to throw away my food, and tears stung my eyes as I raced outside. I began to weep for my sweet boy.
You see, my little boy is different. He’s five years old and struggles to speak clearly. He gets really frustrated when we can’t make it out. He’s five years old, and he’s still not potty trained. I’ve tried everything, but I don’t know how to help him. He’s five years old and he still has tantrums that I can’t control. You see my little boy is autistic.
This is one of those crazy disabilities that fool people because on the outside he looks completely normal. People assume he is a typical five year old until they start to talk to him and realize he functions lower than most his age. People don’t always realize he is different.
But once you get to know him, you realize how big his heart is. He loves everybody. He wants to please you, and will do anything to get you to smile or even hold him after he’s been in trouble.
Once you get to know him you also realize he’s so funny. He always has us laughing about something. He says and does some of the funniest things I’ve ever seen a five year old do and say. Life would definitely be boring without him.
He’s not your typical five year old, but he’s exactly who God created him to be. Not everyday is easy as I navigate his disability, but I just trust God to lead me through it all. At the end of the day, I wouldn’t change who he is. He maybe different, but different is good. And I truly believe God will you use all the hurt for His glory. 2 Corinthians 12:9 says, “And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”