Someday when somebody asks me how we were able to help our sweet Noah wrestle free of the grasp of Autism I will simply say:
"It was all him.
I just drove him to his thousands of appointments with Docs, therapists, and specialists. I'm not the one who had to do the work. I was never the person who had to grab the spoon and dig my way out of prison. Noah did. Every day he would scratch at the wall and build a tunnel to the outside world. He had the hard part. He had to keep working. He was the one who had to overcome the doubt and the pain. Noah was the one who made his freedom possible.
The only thing I did was wait on the outside and hope that he could hear me shouting my love through the thick concrete barrier that separated us.
He dug. I yelled and hoped. It's that simple. This was his battle...and he so desperately wanted to join us that he never stopped digging until he found himself outside the prison."
I know that someday I will be able to say those things. I can hear him carving out his tunnel. I can feel the prison walls shaking as he works his way to us.
He's still digging...I just know it.