What Defines Me in This World
This guest post is from Iris Mashiach-Ambalo about her son Noam.
My son is autistic. It took me a long time to be able to put those four words together, to say them out loud to myself, to the world.
But when I finally was able to, it defined who I was. It defined my purpose in this world, my role, the person that I am, and the person that I want to be.
So when I think of what defined me in this world more than anything else it's got to be my son. My very special son.
My son who taught me in silence that;
I am not perfect.
I can't change the unchangeable
I can't always have it my way.
I've got to be patient.
I've got to be loving even when loving back is not always granted.
I've got to be humble.
I've got to see the light even when it's so dark around.
I've got to be strong even when I want to fall apart.
I've got to be smiling even when I want to cry my eyes out.
He defined me in every aspect of life possible.
He defined the type of family that I raised. His older brother who is the kindest most sensitive and loving twenty-year-old guy I know.
He certainly defined the relationship with my husband. Strenuous and painful at times, full of tears and moments of silence but oh so strong and supportive at others.
It's him. This gift sent from above, that came here to teach me a purpose, to teach me acceptance and an endless, ocean of love.