I see you mama.

I see you mama

I see you mama, riddled with anxiety in public because you never know when your child may be triggered.

I see you climbing the play structures with your much older/bigger child because you would do anything to make them happy.

I see you starring off into space or watching other families have a day full of fun without the worry of safety.

I see you playing with the same Disney toys year after year.

I see you smiling and singing silly songs to keep the peace on your walk.

I see you physically struggling with backpacks, adaptive equipment and changes of clothing wherever you go.

I see you turning down invitations that years ago, you yourself use to host.

I see you making connections across the globe to help you get through the hard days and years.

I see you researching centers, therapies and medications for your child that may help you with the daily struggles you face.

I see you questioning that you aren’t doing enough and wondering the “what ifs.”

I see you terrified of the future and of all the uncertainty.

I see you waking up every morning with a hopeful attitude and willingness to try again.

I see you trying to keep your mind and body strong and healthy but most days just doing what it takes to make it through.

I see you wishing for a moment of ease