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HI I am Erika. Mom to Devin. Devin is 7. Man time flies. He is a loving , caring, happy , charming , ball of energy! He has a DX of ASD, mild microcephaly and severe global delays. We also believe he has a form of apraxia. Devin brightens any room he enters! He is truly my sunshine!

I think this site is an awsome idea and i cant wait to meet you all!

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A trip to McDonalds

I read this poem on another site...
I am really not alone am I! lol

A trip to McDonalds,

It's easy to get him in the car,
just mention t on - 09/20/08
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Devins Story... the first years

My pregnancy with Devin was normal. He was 3 days early..so pretty much on time. Labour was normal. Delivery was tough and he got stuck at one point on - 01/23/08
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Post meaningful quotes, helpful advice, and those priceless autism moments ...

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by erikab on 02.27.08 - public

For some reason I was reminded today of this day we went to pick up Devin from daycare. Devins father and I pulled up in the parking lot and noticed ...

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I am~ a poem for special needs mothers
by erikab on 02.27.08 - public

I am the little engine that did.
When on my journey in life, my tracks led me to the mountain - a diagnosis of (Autism, CP, MR,...) - I looked at it...

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I am the little engine that did. 
When on my journey in life, my tracks led me to the mountain - a diagnosis of (Autism, CP, MR,...) - I looked at it with defeat - thinking there was no way I could climb over it. I then pondered the obstacles before me, and I then said to myself over and over, "I think I can, I think I can...", then slowly I started climbing the mountain saying to myself over and over, "I know I can, I know I can,..." and that if I made it over that ominous diagnosis and continued my journey, I am the little engine that did.

I am more devoted than Noah's wife. 
I sometimes feel overwhelmed in my "houseboat" - 365 days and 365 nights a year, constantly working with and teaching my child. But when the storms of isolation and monotony become most unbearable, I do not jump ship. Instead I wait for the rainbow that is promised to come.

I am Xena. 
Real life warrior goddess of Autism. With my steel plated armor I can battle anyone who gets in my way of progress for my child. I can overcome the stares and ignorance of those without a disability in their lives - educate them as to why my child is the way he is, and why he does the things he does. With my sword of persistence, I can battle any schools to have them properly educate my child. Yes, I am Xena - and I am prepared for any battle that might come my way.

I am beautiful. 
I have hairy legs because I get no time alone in the bathroom, and bags under my eyes from staying up all night with my child. The only exercise I get is the sprint from my house to my car - to take my child to therapy. Dressed up to me is, well - just that I had the moment to get dressed! They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder - and so even on the days when I don't feel very beautiful - I will know that I am... because God is my beholder.

I am the Bionic Woman. 
With my bionic vision - I can see through the diability my child has, and see the beauty in his soul, the intelligence in his eyes ---- when others can't. I have bionic hearing - - I can look at my child when he smiles at me, and hear his voice say, "I Love You Mommy", even though he can't talk. Yes, I am thankful to be Bionic.

I am Mary. 
A not so well known mother... of a Special child who was brought here to touch those around him, in a way that will forever change them. And it started with me, 
by teaching me things I would have never known, by bringing me friendships I never would have had, and by opening my eyes as to what really matters most in life. Things like the Joy of just living in the moment, the Peace of knowing God is in control, never losing Hope, and knowing as unconditional Love that words cannot express. Yes, I too am blessed by my special child, just like Mary.

I am Superwoman. 
I am able to leap over tall loads of laundy in a single bound, and run faster than a speeding bullet, to rescue my child from danger. Oh yes, without a doubt, I am Superwoman.

I am Moses. 
I was chosen to be the mother of a Special Needs Child. I may at times question whether I am the right "man" for the job --- but God will give me the Faith I need to lead my child to be the best he can be. And like Moses, God will give me the small miracles here and there, needed to accomplish my mission.

I am Stretch Armstrong. 
A mom that can be stretched beyond belief -- and still somehow return to normal. I can stretch limited funds to cover every treatment and therapy that insurance won't. I can stretch my patience as I bounce from one doctor to doctor in a quest to treat my child. I can stretch what time I have, and share it with my husband, my children, my church, and still have some leftover to help my friends. Yes, my name is Stretch. And I have the stretch-marks to prove it!

I am Rosa Parks. 
I refuse to move or waver -- in what I believe is right for my child, simply because he is viewed as the minority, not the majority. I refuse to believe "What can one mother do?" But instead I will write, call and rally to the government if I have to, and do what ever it takes to prevent discrimination against my child and ensure that he gets the services he needs.

I am Hercules. 
The Greek god known for strength and courage. The heavy loads I must carry would make others crumble to the ground. The weight of sorrow, Fear at uncertainty of the future, Injustice at having no answers, and the Tears of dispair, would alone possibly be too much -- even for Hercules. But then the Joy, Laughter, Smiles, and Pride - - at my child accomplishments -- balance the load to make it easy to bear.

I am touched by an Angel. 
An Angel who lives in a world of his own. And it's true. He lives in a world of innocence and purity. A world without hatred and deceit. A world where everyone is beautiful and where no one is ugly. A world where there is always enough time. A world where he goes to bed with no worries of tomorrow and wakes up with no regrets of the past. Yes, I most certainly am touched by an Angel, and in some ways, his world is better.......

I am a true "Survivor". 
The mom of a child, who faced, is facing, and will face -- some of the most difficult challenges life has to offer. I am ready for the challenge and have God given endurance to last until the end, along with a sense of humor to cope with all the twists, turns and surprises along the way. Oh yes I am a TRUE "Survivor" - and I don't need a million dollars to prove it!

I am a mom of Special Needs Child, all the above, and so much more. Somedays I will want to be none of the above -- and just be a typical mom with a typical child, doing all the typical things. On those days I will know it's o.k. to be angry, and to cry, and to lean on my family, friends and church for support. Because after all --- the most important thing that I am --- is human. 
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