The weather was perfect. Our team was winning and my son was cheering. He held up signs that the cheerleaders held and led many in the crowd in the chant, "Defense, Defense". He was excited, engaged and involved in the game. He had "shared attention" for you therapy gurus out there. He was content, happy.
In that moment, autism didn't define him. Autism didn't limit him. Autism didn't suffocate him. In that moment, he was cheering for his team; nothing else mattered. In that moment, I felt triumph. In that moment, I felt like I had done something right. It was the kind of moment with energy of its own. The kind of moment you want to hang on to. The kind you want to package away to retrieve on dark days.
It's my moment to cheer now, "Way to Go 'busco fans!" Once again you all made a priceless memory. Thanks for being a part of his life.
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