What I Love About My Boys

I don’t talk enough about what I love about my boys.

I want this blog to be about our journey with J and autism — all the layers, lessons, and learning that come with it. We’re still figuring things out, and my hope is that we can learn together. But I also want this space to always reflect both of my children, because this journey isn’t just about one of them. It’s about our family.

I love J’s focus — the way he can get lost in his own world and find joy in the smallest things. I love how observant he is, how he notices (and remembers) details others pass right by, and how his happiness doesn’t depend on anyone else’s expectations. I love his laugh, his routines, and the way he shows love in ways that are uniquely his.

I love how kind his heart is, even at such a young age. He recognizes emotions in others, and you can tell he genuinely cares.

He loves to learn. He’s so good at his letters and numbers, and he’s getting better at writing his name. He loves to correct me when I don’t write the letter “J” properly. They teach them to write it with a line across the top — and I told him that as you get older and become Mommy’s age, sometimes you write letters a little differently. He didn’t seem convinced.

I love R’s curiosity and energy — the way he dives headfirst into everything with excitement. I love how he wants to explore, to talk, to connect, and how his personality fills the room. He keeps us on our toes and reminds us to keep moving forward, even on hard days.

I love how R is unapologetically himself. He’s funny without even trying. He is all boy. He wants to do everything his older brother does, and I love watching their relationship grow as R gets older.

They’re even starting to develop their own language together. We usually have no idea what they’re saying, but they know exactly what they mean. I hope and pray they always share a bond that feels safe, special, and uniquely theirs.

I’ve been blessed with two mama’s boys. I know that will probably change as they grow, but I’m holding onto it for as long as they’ll let me.

They are so different, yet both exactly who they’re meant to be. I wouldn’t change either of them for any reason.

Being their mom has taught me that comparison steals joy, and that love doesn’t need milestones or timelines to be real. It’s shown me that strength comes in many forms — sometimes loud and fast, sometimes quiet and steady. Being their mom has taught me that you can love two people equally, at the same time.

I love my boys for who they are right now.

And I will love them for who they are meant to become.

I will always love them both equally, for different reasons, long after my time here on Earth is done. I hope and pray they always know that — and that they never forget it.

Autism is part of our story, but it isn’t the whole story. Love is. Connection is. Learning who my children are — not who the world expects them to be — is the greatest gift motherhood has given me. And I’m grateful every day that I get to be their mom.