Mom, why do you love me?

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For my friends, and my son here is my answer

Why do I love you? Because there was a time when you were unloveable. A time where I was less me and more worry. A time of great sadness and fear. Not of you but for you of what was to come or what was not to be and dreams shattered by a force unknown. Through this dark time emerged a spirit so great that it stood tall amongst the trees in the forest of doubt and presided over them like a great giant. Through time we learned together to know what we needed without words and when a light would shine from your eyes I knew that you knew of the world and that one day the world would come to know you as well. A love that can pass a test of a silent voice in pain of which you could not tell and yet I held you and loved you so much I searched to find a way. But that is not the why that is the what, and it is what mothers do for their children, or at least mothers who can sense a spirit within and believed in it beyond all else and despite everything. You are the epitomy of love I hold all other love up to your light as if to inspect it to see if it shines as brightly. I hold your light in my heart when I must face the world and the unknown and I know God will see us together hand in hand. You cannot divide a mother from a child by time space or even death because from the very beginning we were one and will always be one. Autism only makes this bond stronger which is a gift but a great struggle when one day finding your own way without me may be your choice. Now, you tell me you want to speak and I as well have wished this every day since you were very small. I could not make your speaking voice appear with my will but yours is stronger than mine and as you have assured me that one day you will talk I beleive you and I will move mountains to make it true if you need me. Why I love thee, why does a brook splash playfully down a mountain? Why do birds flap their wings with no noise and wink? Why do ferns giggle under great trees? Because they do and it's magical to go through life with your eyes as open as your heart. And I love you, and that is why. Love, Mom