After a therapy appointment, my boy was in tears. I picked him up and carried him across the parking lot to the car which must have been a sight because he is almost as long as I am. It broke my heart in pieces to hear him say, "I don't like myself. I'm a horrible kid because I have so many things wrong with me. I wish you had a different kid. A braver kid." We are working on Auditory/ sensory programming sensitivities and anxiety. I tried to make it absolutely clear that these are just 2 things about him right now but do not define who he is or who he will grow up to be. Everyone has their own "things to work on". Then I hugged him tight and swore that the best, most wonderful thing about me is being his mama. "It's why God gave me life. To be your mama. Nothing in the world makes me happier or more proud."













