As parents juggling the needs of multiple children, the longing to be in more than one place at a time is a familiar struggle. Yet, when you're raising a child on the Autism Spectrum, that longing takes on a new depth.
I'm a worrier by nature, and it's amplified when it comes to my son, Brantley, who is nonverbal. Every time I have to step away from him, I feel like I'm leaving behind more than just a child—I'm leaving behind his voice, his advocate, his safe space.
Tonight was particularly tough. I had to step away from Brantley mid-meltdown. Now, as I sit here at his brother, Bronson’s, baseball practice, surrounded by the cheers and laughter of other families, my mind is stuck at home with Brantley.
Is he okay? Is he hurting himself? What triggered this meltdown? These questions plague me, gnawing at my insides as I struggle to focus on his brother’s practice.
I can't help but feel torn between my obligations to Bronson and my unwavering commitment to Brantley. It's moments like these when the weight of parenthood feels especially heavy, and all I can do is wait anxiously for the moment I can rush back home to him. #autismfamily #autismlife #disability #autismparent #autismspectrum
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