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Mother’s Day looks different in autism families. It is celebrated by women who have fought harder, loved deeper, and advocated more fiercely than most people will ever understand — and who have done all of this while running on less sleep, less time, and less support than they deserve. This blog is a love letter to those mothers: a recognition of everything they carry, everything they celebrate, and everything they are. It is also a reminder that they are not alone — and that the team at On Target ABA is honored to walk this road alongside them.

Dear Mama,

We see you.

Not the version of you that exists on the outside — the one who manages the schedules and the appointments and the IEP meetings and the insurance calls and the therapy sessions and the school communications and the sibling needs and the household and the marriage and the job and the everything else.

We see you — the one underneath all of that. The one who lies awake at night running through your child’s day in your mind, wondering if you said the right things, responded the right way, did enough. The one who has Googled things at 2:00 AM that no one prepared you to Google. The one who has sat in a parking lot and cried before going back inside to be strong again.

We see that woman. And we want her to know, on this particular Sunday in May, that she is extraordinary.

What an Autism Mom Actually Does

People talk about motherhood in general terms — the sacrifice, the love, the exhaustion, the joy. All of that is true for every mother.

But an autism mom does something in addition to all of that. She becomes, often without training or warning, an expert in something most people around her do not understand. She learns the vocabulary of a world she never planned to inhabit — BCBAs and RBTs and IEPs and ABA and AAC and sensory processing and functional behavior assessments — and she learns it not because she wanted to, but because her child needed her to.

She becomes an advocate. In rooms full of professionals who have degrees in the very things she is learning about, she sits at the table and she speaks for her child. Sometimes she is heard. Sometimes she has to say it again, louder, in writing, with documentation. She says it again.

She becomes a translator — between her child and a world that was not built for the way her child experiences it. She watches her child’s behavior and reads what it is trying to communicate. She anticipates the triggers and plans around them. She explains, patiently and repeatedly, to grandparents and teachers and neighbors and strangers, that her child is not misbehaving. That her child is communicating. That her child is doing their best.

She becomes a grief counselor for herself — because no one tells you that receiving a diagnosis for your child involves grief. Not for the child you have — that child is perfect and beloved. But for the future you had imagined, the milestones you had pictured, the path you had assumed. That grief is real. It is allowed. And an autism mom learns to hold it alongside the joy — to feel both without letting either cancel the other out.

She becomes a keeper of milestones that other families would not think to record. The first time her child said her name. The first time they made eye contact across the room and held it. The first time they reached for her hand unprompted. The first time they played alongside another child, and then with one. The first sentence. The first joke. The first morning they woke up and navigated the start of the day without the usual storm.

These are the milestones that make an autism mom weep with joy in the school parking lot. That she calls her partner to share, voice breaking. That she screenshots and saves and returns to on the hard days. That she carries like gold.

She becomes, in ways she never anticipated, someone who understands what matters. What a good day looks like. What a bad day looks like. What the difference between the two means. What it costs to get through the hard ones and what the good ones are worth.

The Things Nobody Says Out Loud

There are things that autism moms feel that nobody talks about — because the feelings are complicated and don’t fit neatly into the stories we tell about motherhood.

The loneliness. The particular kind of loneliness that comes from being in a room full of other parents whose children’s challenges feel different, whose conversations feel inaccessible, whose easy weekends and spontaneous plans feel like a world that doesn’t quite include you.

The guilt. The guilt about your other children, if you have them. The guilt about the times you lost patience. The guilt about the days you were depleted and short and not the parent you wanted to be. The guilt about grieving something, when your child is right there and they are wonderful and they are yours.

The ambivalence. The days when you are tired in a way that goes deeper than tired. When you wonder, privately, what your life would have been — and then feel ashamed of the wondering.

The anger. At systems that make it hard to access services. At insurance companies that fight you. At schools that don’t see your child. At a world that wasn’t designed with your family in mind.

And underneath all of it — underneath the exhaustion and the loneliness and the guilt and the anger — something else. Something that is harder to name because it doesn’t fit neatly into a word.

A kind of love that has been tested and has held. A fierceness that grew from places you didn’t know you had. A pride in your child that is so specific, so particular, so yours — because you have watched them work harder than most people will ever work, for things that most people will never have to work for. And they have done it. Day after day, they have done it.

A Love That Moves Mountains

There is a phrase we use at On Target ABA: when it comes to your child’s progress, we move mountains.

We say it because we mean it. Because we are genuinely invested in every child we serve — their progress, their milestones, their joy. Because we show up every day with the same commitment to your child that you do.

But here is the truth we also hold:

We did not build the concept of moving mountains. You did.

You moved mountains the day you sat in that doctor’s office and received a diagnosis and refused to let it be the last word on your child’s future. You moved them when you made the first phone call, sent the first email, scheduled the first evaluation. When you sat at an IEP table and did not accept what wasn’t enough. When you stayed up learning things so your child would have someone who understood. When you celebrated the first word with the same intensity that other parents celebrate graduation days.

You have been moving mountains for your child since the beginning. We are honored to help.

To the Mothers in Every Stage of This Journey

To the mother who just received a diagnosis: You do not have to have it all figured out. You do not have to be strong right now. Let yourself feel what you feel. And when you are ready — we are here.

To the mother who is in the thick of it: The sleepless nights, the hard sessions, the school battles, the insurance fights. We see how hard this is. We see you showing up anyway. That matters more than you know.

To the mother who is celebrating a milestone this week: Let yourself feel all of it. The first word, the first friendship, the first day of something new. These moments are yours. You helped build them. You are allowed to be as proud as you feel.

To the mother who is grieving something today: Your grief is allowed. It does not mean you love your child any less. It means you are human, and this is hard, and both of those things can be true at the same time.

To the mother who is doing this mostly alone: You are not as alone as you feel. The community of mothers walking this same road is larger and more present than it may seem. Reach out. We know some of them. We will help you find them.

To the mother who is tired: Rest if you can. Ask for help if you can. You cannot pour from an empty cup — and your child needs you to still be here tomorrow, and next week, and for a long time to come. Taking care of yourself is taking care of them.

To every autism mom: Happy Mother’s Day. You are seen. You are celebrated. And you are not in this alone.

From All of Us at On Target ABA

The families we serve are not abstractions to us. They are people we know — by name, by story, by the specific things their child is working on this week. And the mothers in those families are people we admire.

We have watched you advocate for your child in rooms where it would have been easier to stay quiet. We have watched you process hard news and then ask — what do we do next? We have heard you say I don’t know if we’re doing enough — and we have known that you are doing more than enough, even on the days that don’t feel that way.

We are grateful for the trust you place in us. For allowing us into your family’s story. For bringing your child to us and letting us be part of what they become.

On this Mother’s Day and every day — thank you. For fighting for your child’s voice. For loving with a fierceness that moves mountains. For showing up, again and again, no matter what.

We are honored to walk alongside you.

💙 With love and deep respect, from everyone at On Target ABA

On Target ABA serves children ages 2–12 across Ohio and Utah with center-based, home-based, and school-based ABA therapy. We accept most major insurance plans and Medicaid.

→ Contact us to learn about ABA therapy services for your family
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