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I’ve always viewed parents, mothers especially, as lighthouses. We are always there. A port in the storm. A light to follow when all else failed.

My light has gone out.

I’m not sure how. And I’m not sure when. But it’s gone dark.

Physically, I am here for my babies. Mentally…Emotionally…Psychologically I am gone. My light is out. They are lost at sea and I am struggling to find the energy to keep going for myself; nevermind to bring them safely into harbor.

I hate it. I am not the mother I always envisioned myself. As a child and a teenager I knew I would be a mother. I knew I would have many children and love them all. I never once thought or felt that that his how my life would turn out. Me, a mother without patience. A mother without the support team she so desperately needs. A mother without a guardian angel. Without a God who answers her prayers.

As a child, a teenager, I envisioned myself the mother of fairy tails. I was going to be a member of The June Clever’s of the world. I would have dinner on the table, on time. I would sit down with the Boys after finishing the dinner dishes and help them with their homework. Then it would be off to bath and shower time. Then off off to bed. Every night, the same routine. I envisioned myself as one of those mothers you see on television. The mothers who adopt numrous special needs childrens and never seem to lose their patience or get over-whelmed. I thought I would be one of those mothers.

Currently, none of that happens. We don’t have a routine. Despite the fact that my Boys are Autistic, we don’t have a routine. Gavin does his homework himself; asking for help when he needs it. The only consistent part of the routine is bed time. Everyone goes to bed at the same time every night – Emmett John at 6:30-7pm and Elliott Richard and Gavin are in bed at 7:30-8pm.

I am not one of those mothers. I do not belong to The June Clevers Club of mothers. Patience is not my virtue. I lack it. In spades. Then for God to bless me with 3 Autistic Boys requires patience I simply do not now, nor am I likely to ever possess.

I find myself at a point in this post, where I don’t know what else to say. I’m disengaged, over-whlemed, and completely out of patience. I’m nowhere near the mother I wish I were. I’m angry. I yell and lose my temper more than I would like.

I don’t enjoy my joy “job” like I used to either. All because my light went out.

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