This post is mostly for me folks, but if you want to tag along, join the ride. Micah is an amazing child. He always has been. From the time he was just a few years old, I knew he was different. Things have recently been brought to light that have made my love and understanding for him grow and double. I won't go into that in this post, maybe in the near future. I feel that a tremendous weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I am so greatful for that. I am also greatful for my supportive, loving and honest friends.
Micah is brilliant, and I don't say that lightly. Since he was just 3 years old he could spend hours just painting or drawing, and he does some wonderful artwork. He can sit down at the piano and pluck out any song his little heart desires. He's learning to read music too. He takes piano lessons from Jennifer Ward once a week and I think he's doing a great job.
For Micah, everything is black and white, good or bad. It's important for him to follow the rules and he's hard on himself when he slips up. He's a good boy. Everything is so literal for him too. You better say what you mean and mean what you say.
Micah has recently discovered that he does like sports. He can hit a ball really well now and is looking forward to playing baseball at school. I feel a connection to him and a love for him that I have not felt since he was a toddler. I get where he's coming from now, finally. His mind works so different from mine that I just didn't get it, well, now I GET IT. I can stay calm and I can do this. I can handle it now. Micah, I can be the mom you deserve now. I am ready for this.