Another mother's day. I'm getting quite experienced, am I?
Today was a bit strange, as the oldest boys had other things to do.
One of them had to work, and one of them was invited for a helicopter flight with his father-in-law-to-be.
As we don't have much money at the moment I told them to turn back to macaroni chains and homemade cupcakes.
I got the cakes. LOL!
And a small present: a very nice container for in my bag with a small mirror.
We just had a nice day and that was OK for me.
But it was not without memories.
When the kids were young they had to learn a poem at school and present it at home.
They've never known that I was often the poem writer for mother's day. LOL!
My autistic son never liked mother's day very much.
He didn't like the DIY which school requested from him and he didn't like the fuzz at home.
He still has issues with that, because a break in routine doesn't make him happy.
But we never refrained from this special day.
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I'm very honest about my experiences with autism, because only that way I can show how much of a struggle daily life with autism can be.
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lack of concensus between disciplines
and the need for a formal diagnosis
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