Feeling blessed.

Some nights, when I'm feeling nostalgic, I find myself perusing old blog posts.

This blog is pretty old. It was created B.A. (before autism). Crazy, right? It's been here through the diagnosis, the 'tough years' (to put it incredibly lightly) and the awesome progress that we have been privileged to see.

A couple of things struck me tonight.

First, it's *amazing* what we forget. Things that seemed SO HUGE back then, the horrible stuff... I don't even remember it now. Without this blog to remind me, it's like it never even happened. This is stuff I thought I'd never make it through, and now it's nothing. That is crazy. Screaming spells. Knocking things off walls and flipping furniture. The Hubs and I were talking about how weird it is that we didn't remember it until I re-read it, or we didn't remember it at all. Supports the whole autism/PTSD theory!

Looking through those old posts, I realized how far JT has come. He is nothing short of phenomenal.

Never talk? Intellectual disability? WRONG. JT is slowly phasing out of his self-contained classroom with the goal being him in a mainstream classroom all day. His teacher has said she sees him not needing special education in a few years.

How nuts is that? Our kid was diagnosed as moderate/severe, and he is in a mainstream classroom or the resource room most of his day. He went to regular summer camp this year and did great. He is taking gymnastics at a gym that has zero experience with special needs kids, but the instructor says he'd love to have JT in his class because he did 'fantastic'.

We are blessed. Lucky. Beyond measure.

JT is a miracle in progress. All it takes is one night browsing old posts to remind me how far he has come, and how bright his future really is.