Making a difference...

Each night when I go on to write, I check the number of people that visited my blog during the day. I must admit that I am often surprised, and yet flattered, by the number of people that visit and read about our journey with the sweetest boy. Each of you reading these words is making a difference in my life...each and every day.

I was raised to be a strong woman...sometimes it was trial by fire by a woman who didn't realize that her negative actions could have a positive outcome for her children. Frankly, she just didn't think of anything much beyond herself. I believe that her craziness helped prepare me for the current craziness in my world. It gave me a foundation for handling things. Times when I thought that I couldn't go farther forward, I managed. This was one of my mother's gifts...resilience.  A gift you don't really want and yet are happy to have received.

Each of you have become a brick that is part of the foundation that holds our world up. The feelings of love and caring that I feel surrounded with is incredible. Yes, I am exhausted, yes, people don't really know what to say...yes, the world is totally overwhelming, but that's ok.

Each of you is a part of my village. You help me teach children who need it and help me lay a foundation to young people that I hope to expand and grow. You support me through this journey and help me recognize that we each mush navigate through the frightening waters in  a way that brings us peace and understanding. You have become part of my rock.

I work each day to make a difference in the lives of those who I have contact with...this difference moves me and propels me forward. I knew that this journey wasn't going to be an easy one...but overall, I am confident that it will be worth it.