Will a day come where the first thought of the morning isn't about autism?
Where the last thought before bed isn't about autism?
Where I don't spend the wee hours of the morning reliving the day and chastizing myself for opportunities I missed?
Will a day ever come where I don't regret the way I reacted to some meltdown or other behavior of the children that they really can't control?
Will a day ever come where I can carry on a conversation with someone without talking about autism?