Tomorrow Is A New Day.

“I wish I never had a brother with autism!”

I can’t believe how those words always cut right to my heart.  I think I’d rather hear “I hate you” than that.  My eyes instantly water and my mind begins racing and I just feel like I’m failing somehow.

To be fair to Corbin and his emotional outburst, it was a really hard day.  Autism and OCD levels were through the roof and I felt like I had lost every bit of sanity and patience I could muster up.  I was barely holding it together and felt like screaming at the top of my lungs too.  I can’t imagine what my 9-year-old was feeling.  (And let me tell you, Brian’s moods exacerbate Corbin’s moods.  He wasn’t no angel today either.)

I started to write a super-long post about all of the incidences today that included eloping, screaming, crying, gastrointestinal issues, self-injury, repetitive door-closing and light-switching, and high-pitched shrieks.  However, reliving it through writing was just depressing me even more.  So I’ll do like Emerson and wait for tomorrow to arrive.  It is a new day.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.


Heather Nelson

About Heather Nelson

Heather resides in Rockland where she is busy juggling life as a newlywed, a mom to two boys (one of which who has autism), a part time job in direct sales, and a full-time job as a pediatric occupational therapy assistant. She has a love for live music, karaoke, and cheering on the underdogs.