I am neither a writer nor a good story teller and I know this because I had never enjoyed being either. Normal me struggle with expressing my ideas both verbally and in writing. I’m a visual person I would often say... I understand graphs, pictures, maps and numbers. I’m also very comfortable with stating facts and research. And (Oh) boy! how much I love using concise words such as quotes and proverbs.
So why do I all of a sudden feel the urge to voice out my emotions...I believe it’s a mark of my healing or perhaps, a coping mechanism. I have bottled up so much over the years that I now crave the need to be light . I’m intentionally choosing to let go and completely let God by sharing my journey as an Autism Mom. My goal is to encourage someone else on this journey and like I always say if I’m able to inspire hope in just one person, then I’m fulfilled.Welcome to this page on my blog ...where I hope (no pun intended..LOL) to also raise an awareness about Autism Spectrum Disorder in the African Community and to encourage those mostly affected by it ...my fellow Super Autism Moms(in my Barack Obama’s voice, “Yes We Can”🙌🏽)
Always 💕💕 on my mind,
Tejuola
1. My rant to God. I’m learning how to complain more to you, maybe “complain isn’t the right word but rather how to voice out my concerns so that I don't get overwhelmed. Growing up in a family of six children, I realized that the sibling who complained the most always got the most attention, albeit unpleasant sometimes😳. Nonetheless, my good good father I need your attention. So here are my complaints to you my Father: I’m exhausted from trying to do things on my own. I need a destiny helper. I’m exhausted from not getting a sound sleep in years. I’m exhausted from changing diapers way longer than most mothers I know. I can no longer continue this way God ... therefore I’m releasi g my children unto you . They are your heritage , your word says that the fruit of the womb is your reward. 2. God’s response. Here is the response from God while praying the next day “Delays are not Denials.” He opened my eyes to read the story of Lazarus and Joseph in the Bible. God...
