1 in 88.
That’s the new number that’s being given from the CDC.
1 in 88 children have Autism.
My son, Lucas, is one of those 88.
I see it when he plays as he lines up his cars and then gathers them into a pile.
I see it in his eyes as I desperately try to understand what he is trying to tell me.
I see it as I watch him contort his little mouth into a scream at what seems like nothing.
I see it as he spins around, on tippy toes, and moves his arms to the music he hears.
Know what else I see?
I see a little boy whose smile lights up the room.
I see a little boy who couldn’t be happier cuddling in the crook of daddy’s arm.
I see a little boy who will laugh with delight as he runs around outside.
I see a little boy who is just the same as he was before his diagnosis.
1 in 88 is not just a number.
He’s my son.
The same little boy that stole my heart the day he was born.