I know it's Saturday but I forgot to do this on Thursday and I really wanted to do it so I am doing it today.
Today I will be talking about Ashley. My handsome, wonderful 18 year old son.
Many people think that having an intellectually disabled child is a burden and something negative, but in all honesty I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course I would love for Ashley to have all the abilities and opportunities that "normal" people have, but I am also grateful of his innocence and that there are so many things he won't have to experience the pain of.
He doesn't understand deceit or manipulation or death. He is honest and sweet and caring. And hilarious! He is the most purest soul I have ever known. I often say that if there were Angels on Earth, he is one.
I was very young when I had him but I have never regretted it for one day. He is my sunshine and my life.
He is always willing to help out with anything and never complains. He has never thrown a tantrum or pouted when told no. He was the easiest baby I have ever known. He never cried.
I am so very thankful he chose me to be his mummy.