Hope

      I have been struggling to find my oldest son a new dentist ever since they switched his insurance to Medicaid because of his ADHD diagnosis. I decided to reach out directly to the insurance company to see if I would have better luck that way. The women who answered was kind and helpful. When I shared with her what I was going through, she said "I understand about the diagnosis. I am on the spectrum."

     She went on to share a little bit about herself. When she finished, she said "Sorry, TMI, sometimes I ramble." I assured her she had "rambled" to the right person. We went on for a while back and forth. I eventually let her get back to work, but not before I thanked her for being so open and sharing a bit of her story with me. I chose to entitle this post "Hope" because when that conversation ended, that's the word that came to my heart and mind. As a parent and not a person on the spectrum, I have no idea what it's like to walk in Cash's shoes. She was able to give me a little insight and I felt comforted. I know what it's like at this point to parent a toddler and a young boy on the spectrum. Sometimes fear sets in and you wonder-Will he drive? Will he get married? Have kids? After my conversation with this woman who holds a good job, does it well, and holds a wonderful conversation, I have so much hope for what Cash's future holds.