There are some moments when my sweet big guy will pull my arms around him, lace his fingers through mine, lean back, and just breathe. In these rare moments, we are no longer battling SPD, we aren't dancing on eggshells to avoid a meltdown, and we aren't wondering if echolalia really can drive a person insane or not. In these moments, I am just Mommy, he is just Bub, and our souls are doing nothing more than loving each other. I live for these moments.
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