Today, my daughter, who does not have autism, gave this to me, her mother who has autism.
I’m sending this post to my Mum because when I was a kid I didn’t show much or say much, but I sure did love her.
How do I love thee, let me count the ways:Â oranges in the summer, One Island Lake, tucking me in bed, taking me to Granny’s, answering my questions, letting me draw (except for the time I drew a mural, sorry Mum), letting me drink at the spring, taking me berry picking, showing me what success looked like, teaching me to make spice cake and eggs, letting me stay in my room, getting me around people, and for trying so hard to get me to talk with her.
I suppose now she wishes I would stop talking so much when I call her. I’m making up for lost time, I suppose.
And to my daughter, Sarah, I love you too.
– Mummy
