“We love how Evie is always happy & smiling.”
This is a picture of the note that Evie’s para educator wrote yesterday.
Today her note was short.
“Great Day! So happy all day long!”
This is my Evie.
Full of love. Full of life. Full of happy.
This is my child. And I love her with every corner of my being.
I’ve been labeled as radical–part of a fringe movement.
When did a mother’s love for her child become some sort of unthinkable political statement?
Here’s the thing. Evie is Autistic.
My love cannot be contained in those tragic little boxes that it is supposed to fit in when you’re the mother of a non-speaking Autistic child.
And I don’t try to confine it. So it explodes out all over the world.
Just like it has always done.
Because freaking damnit!
Evie deserves more love than I will ever be…
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