Who knew that autism could be so beautiful? When you look at this precious face do you see the stereotypical disabled, rocking back and forth, spinning, grunting child with autism? Probably not. When I look at this picture I see perfection. I see love. I see my life.
Would you believe that the little girl in this picture spends most of her days crying, screaming, and trying to injure herself in anyway she possibly can. Most of the time she beats her head against the floor (preferably hardwood or tile) the hat hides the bruises well. Sometimes she resorts to slapping herself against the ears, pulling her hair, or biting her own wrist.
Why?
Why sweet girl?
It breaks my heart and most days I want to just lie down next to her and bang my own head against the floor in frustration. Sometimes I think if we could fix just one thing on Avery's list of challenges this would be the first thing. Just when I think it can't get any worse it does and I wonder if God is still listening to our pleas for mercy. . . 
Who knew autism could be so beautiful?
