“You’re gonna have a lot of time on your hands.” “What are you going to do with all your free time?” These are the lines my friends say in jest now that my son Ryan, who is autistic, is in college and appears to be doing well without me.
Like, really well. And 99% of the time, most of my heart takes it in stride and laughs with them. But there is a small part of my heart, the part that belongs to this once scared, anxious, confused little boy who has now grown into an independent, wonderful young man who still owns this piece of my heart’s real estate, that has left me feeling like life is not filled with glorious hours of “me time.” Rather, in some ways, it feels like time has stopped.
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