Bless me fathers (and mothers), for I have sinned. It's been three months since my last good blog confession...
Really though, I must come clean.
I've kept you at arm's length for a while now. Purposefully.
For fear, uncertainty, or just not knowing how to say it, I haven't. Zip. Nada. Niente. And I'm sorry!
|Happy 70th Birthday, Pop Pop!|
Silence is an uncharacteristic trait for me, but I'm a mother, and to protect comes first. It comes natural really...
So, pardon my hushed ways and let me fill you in.
But before I sock it to ya, enjoy a few carefree happenings of late.
- Aksel took his first plane ride this past weekend to celebrate his Pop Pop's surprise 70th birthday party. (He was a gem!)
- He also underwent a stylish (and tear-free) transformation last week when he got his second haircut. See the first here.
- And my little boy graduated to the next level at Little Gym. No longer a birdie, Aksel is now a beast. (And we're so proud!)
|Aksel enjoyed spending time with his cousins,|
Caroline and Charlie, this past weekend.
But now, the real deal. What you've all been waiting for. What I'll just say in terms plain and simple... Aksel may be autistic.
And I don't like the label, nor do I understand its meaning. (If I'm being truthful.) But there's something different about my boy...
He's wise and quiet, like an old winding river. Curious 'bout things like wind in trees and screws-n-bolts. Expressive but not talking.
So, we're testing. And it's difficult. But I'm thankful every minute! For Aksel, my husband and loved ones, my health and good fortune.
I just felt it time I share.
PS - Is anyone else (with a young toddler) experiencing a similar situation? If so, I'd love to hear your story.
PPS - Moving forward, I'll let you know how things progress. So far, we've ruled out any audiology concerns.