How Did I Get So Lucky?

How did I get so lucky?

I say it to both my girls each night when I tuck them in. It doesn’t matter that the youngest may have brought me to tears with her defiance or disproportionately strong arms earlier in the day. It doesn’t matter that the eldest may have hid in her room reading because she gets upset when her sister gets confused.

I say it because it’s true.

I say it even though the youngest told me she’d rather have her teacher for a mother. Even though the eldest told me she’s afraid her sister won’t ever make any friends.

I say it because the youngest spent the day defying an overwhelming nervous system just to navigate her school day.

I say it because the eldest spent the day battling an anxiety only known to autism siblings.

I say it because the youngest knows no strangers.

I say it because the eldest is fiercely loyal.

I say it because it’s true.

I get to be their mom.

I get to tuck them in each night.

I imagine everyone feels this way.

At least I hope they do.

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