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Dear Boy Of Mine

I'm sorry that you have difficulties. I'm so sorry that people look at you and think the worst. That they think you're a brat. They think you're being difficult. Troublemaker. Obnoxious.

They don't know you. They don't know the sweet looking little boy that's growing up entirely too fast. Right before my eyes. They don't know how kind you are.

I'm sorry that I lose it sometimes. I'm sorry that I yell at you. I'm sorry that I'm not more patient with you. I'm sorry that I don't take into account sometimes how hard this is for you. That you can't control what's going on in your head. You can't control your emotions.

It's not your fault that you have Aspergers. It's not your fault that people don't understand it. That people don't want to understand it.

I want you to know that I will always love you. No matter what. I know when you are saying mean things that you don't mean them. At least not now, maybe when you're a teenager. Heh. Please know that your family will always be there for you. Accept you for you. Love you no matter what you say or do.

Mama's trying so hard honey. It's not easy for any of us. You seem to get the brunt of it because of your emotions. You care so much and feel so strongly about things. I love that about you.

I just want to say that I am sorry if you were sad today. Things don't always go the way you want it to. I know. It was a rough evening for all of us and I'm sorry it happened the way it did.

Thank you for loving me. You're always going to be my little boy. I know, I know, you're a 6 year old now but still, my baby.

I love you,
Mama
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Anonymous said…
k, so i get that was for him, but what happened?

G
11:24 AM
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