I’m a young mom, 25 now to be exact.
When you become a mom in your early 20’s the pressures are different then I feel like those in their 30’s.
Girls night’s are mandatory and happen probably way too often. We’re praised for the simplest things like keeping our children alive.
There’s no pressure to be the perfect PTA mom driving around in our minivans, because truthfully in a lot of ways were still kids ourselves trying to navigate adulthood.
We are the first in line for our Pumpkin Spice Lattes as soon as they hit Starbucks, and “vibe” is a part of our daily vocabulary. And we just now are starting to get excited over vacuums, air-fryers, new pots and pans.
So what would bring a young mom like myself, and a group of amazing woman who are nothing like me together?
See I’m not like most 25 year old moms.
My day’s aren’t spent shopping the latest IG small business shops for trendy clothes for Kanen. They aren’t spent going to the zoo, or the park, or playdates with friends. They aren’t spent in fun pre-school classes like gymnastics and music.
My day’s look a lot like:
Therapy on top of therapy. Speech, OT, ABA. Oh! And you can’t forget the Child Development Specialist. Doctor’s, SO MANY doctor’s. “Did I remember to schedule that appointment?” “They just upped his dosage, what do you mean the insurance won’t cover the medication now?!” “You wore that shirt last week what’s the big deal today Pa?”
After Kanen’s diagnosis in September I had never felt so lost and confused ever in my life. I didn’t know where or who to even turn too.
I felt isolated as my life quickly began to change, the fear of the unknown started settling in and was consuming me whole.
The thoughts, the wonder, the worries, the why!!!
They played over and over in my head like it’s Groundhog Day.
During this time my Nana had been following a page called Finding Cooper's Voice.
Whenever I would call, she would talk to me about Kate and Cooper and constantly would tell me how I should follow their page.
At the beginning I totally brushed her off because of course my first thought is “There is no way this mom can understand how I feel! No one can!”
Of course I was wrong, oh boy was I wrong.
And this is how one Facebook group, and ladies who are “nothing like me” saved my life on this autism journey.
See Kate has been on this journey far longer than I have, she is what I would call a Veteran in my eyes.
She saw all that was wrong in this community, and found a way that mom’s like me have a safe space. Coop’s Troop.
When I took the leap of faith and finally joined, I felt out of place. These were all grown woman with real lives, careers and families. “There’s no way I can relate to them” I thought to myself.
Yet the more I opened my heart, and asked, and read, and listened to these women and their children's stories, I realized I had more in common with them then most people my age.
I realized I had a lot more to learn from these moms than I could from any other resource within my reach. More then any book I could read.
Because unlike most people in my life, they understand my struggles and my frustrations.
They understand the miracle of a spoken word, and like me will never take for granted the smallest milestone.
They taught me to turn my worry into wonder. To remind myself on the bad days that this journey is a marathon, not a sprint.
It is because of the amazing woman I have found through Coop’s Troops that I was encouraged and inspired to start My Charming Arley.
To write about our story, to share our struggles and our smiles.
Because no two Autism journey’s are ever alike.
I encourage any mom, either new or seasoned on this Autism journey to follow Finding Cooper’s Voice.
And do yourself a bigger favor and join Coop’s Troop.
I promise you won’t regret it.