One Note

I have only one real point today:

I love my kids.

I love the one with autism and the one without.

I love the one who learns easily and the one who has to work.

I love my loud, messy, impulsive kids.

I love my sweet, affectionate, creative kids.

I love my unusual, surprising, confusing, mysterious kids.

I love my kids when they are popular and when they are not.

I love them whether or not you do, or anyone else does.

I love them the same, though differently. Equal, immeasurably.

I love them when I am angry and when I am joyful.

That is worthy of a blog post because.

Fiercely, gently, hugely, and to the best of my ability, with ease and without, 25 hours a day,

I love my kids.