PERSONAL NARRATIVE
A Mom’s Loving Look at the Big Picture:
All The Pieces Fit
By Elizabeth JONES
I have a little boy. I am the Mama to a vivacious three-year-old. For those of you who
know me, you know, my son is my life.
bad had to happen, at least it was me, not my baby
boy.”
Fast forward to today... and my mantra just isn’t working anymore. Why.....
Because now my little guy is taking the hit.
I am the Mama to a vivacious three-year-old... who
most likely has autism.
Autism, Au-Tism, that’s right A-U-T-I-S-M. How did
this happen?
I will spare you the year of why him, what did I do
wrong, how can I make it better, no it’s something else
and just tell you I was wrecked for a long time. Being
a Mom means giving your all, taking nothing, and if
necessary doing the unthinkable to make your little
one happy and healthy.
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here is not anything that I would not do for
him. As far back as I can remember, I dreamed of
being a Mom, and now I am!
Dreams are funny though, they are just that, not real,
just imagined. They are the best possible scenario
and everything is rainbows and butterflies.
My dream came true. I became a Mom, one unseasonably warm March evening in 2012. With the entrance of my son into this world the dream came
true, but it was not easy.
My son was a beautiful, healthy baby, however Mama
was a different story. We almost lost me after delivery from what the doctors called a “once in a blue
moon” case. It took awhile for me to come to terms
with the fact that what was supposed to be a happy
time, wasn’t quite so happy. But I put it behind me
and adopted the mantra, “I’m here and if something
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It was supposed to be me, not him. Not my precious
wee-man, he was supposed to have it easy, do it all,
do great things... how can I make sense of this. So I
wrote what many Moms must go through and how I
finally realized the bigger picture.
Your smile, your giggles, the hugs that hold me tight,
Your gentle ways, your heart, the way you see the world.
You are just right.
Bouncing up and down, running all around, dancing
to and fro,
Splashing in the water, chasing bubbles, every dog is
your friend.
You are just so.
Your mmms and ahhs, daa-s and baa, every sound
and sigh,
High fives, pulling here and there, and hands that clap
hooray