Curve Ball

A young mom of an awesome little girl, my “mom” life started when I was 21. Thank you for the creator of non-alcoholic beer and making my 21st birthday somewhat enjoyable. My daughter threw me into adult life sooooo fast and being a mom was the new normal. A couple years later,  I had a beautiful little boy with blonde curls and bright blue eyes. He came into the world in a very special way aka known as a labor and delivery disaster! His first year of life was full of illness after illness and a lot of onesies thanks to this lovely thing called reflux. Jax was an easy baby and toddler. He kept to himself, didn’t cry much, and was content in his playpen watching colorful cartoons. When Jax was just a baby, I started working with individuals with special needs. Not my first career choice, but one that landed in my lap and one I absolutely fell in love with. Little did I know, one I would soon learn landed in my lap for a reason. After being in the field for 4 years, I was thrown a curveball. Jax wasn’t talking like kids his age. He was running out of the pre-k building and having meltdowns on the ground. But wait, I work in the field… I should have seen the signs, realized something was off. I did and didn't. Maybe I didn’t want to see it, think about it, or acknowledge it. I knew the people to call, the people that were going to tell me that he is what society deems as normal. THEN BOOM! The field I grew to love impacted me in a whole new way and his name is Jackson and he is my son. My son has autism.