I was just reading an article about Brandon Stokely, a football player on the Denver Broncos, who has a son who has autism. I read until I saw this: “‘We wanted him to have the best possible care so he could try to be as normal as possible,’ Stokley said.” and then I just stopped. I’m not judging Mr. Stokely or his wants for his son. My wants for my son are just different than his.
As a kid, I struggled to fit in. I was a nerdy, goofy girl with a few good friends, but I was never the popular girl, and was always wondering why I was so different. It took a long time for me to embrace my own self, and realize that normal is overrated.
My son will never be normal. Besides the autism he is a nerdy, goofy boy, and I suspect that if his brain was wired as most people’s brains are, he would still feel on the fringe. Normal is still overrated.
I want him to be able to function in our society, with the least help necessary. I want him to be able to control his emotions. I want him to be able to experience all that life has to offer without limitations. But I don’t want him to be normal. I want him to be himself, which is so much better than normal.