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Guest Blogger:  Julie Hornok
It’s been 525,600 minutes since we last observed World Autism Awareness Day. Has your child progressed as far as you hoped he would? Has he reached the goals you set for him? For those who have…congratulations! For those who haven’t, please know that you are not alone. I remember a year when my daughter with autism, Lizzie, came nowhere near reaching the goals I had set for her.
Lizzie was diagnosed with autism days after her second birthday. She had every red flag…no functional language, no joint attention, no ability to communicate, and no awareness of the world around her. She flapped her arms, walked on her toes, wandered aimlessly around the house, and participated in repetitive movements all day long. The hardest part for me to accept was the lack of connection; that sacred mother-daughter bond I had once felt so strongly with her had slowly vanished. She would no longer answer to her name or look me in the eye, and it hurt my heart that I didn’t know how to reach her.  
When the doctor said those unforgettable words, “You daughter has autism,” I chose to think positive. No problem. Two years of intensive therapy and she will be just fine. We will be right back to where our life used to be before autism entered the picture…meeting friends for playdates at the mall, eating pretzels filled with gluten, and hanging out in mommy groups to pass the time before afternoon naps. This was just a short bump in the road, I was sure of it. We set up a thirty-hour-a-week therapy program complete with behavioral, speech and occupational therapy. We dug in deep because we were in crisis mode, and I knew soon enough this would all be a distant memory.
A year and a half went by and Lizzie gained lots of prompted skills and language, but these new abilities were not functional in our everyday life. I was still unable to have a short conversation with her, and even worse, no part of our connection had been restored. I missed my daughter. I yearned for her to notice me when I was in front of her. I dreamed of her playing with her brother instead of ignoring him every time he approached her. It began to sink in that this “autism” was not a short-term condition.
I decided to add in behavioral therapy that would focus on re-connecting us. This required me to follow her around all day and creatively “get in her way” so she couldn’t ignore me. I was to drop any and all agendas that I had in my mind for her. It was no longer about learning words or completing tasks. I wiped the slate clean and vowed to let all of my expectations go. The only thing that mattered was bringing her out of her own world by playfully encouraging her to respond to me.

After many days of trying to gain her attention, of participating in structured games and following her around for hours, she sat down to paint. I instinctively picked up the paint brush and said, “Lizzie, I am going to paint your nose.” I dabbed my paintbrush in the blue paint and placed a dollop right on her nose. Her head whipped around, and she looked me directly in the eye. I saw her soul. Chills went through my body. I had just connected with my little girl for the first time since she was a baby! My eyes welled up with tears, and I knew we were on the right track. I knew she was still in there, and it was possible to bring her back. And the most beautiful thing was this precious moment was caught on video here

Over the next few years, two seconds of interaction turned into minutes and minutes into hours, and one day I realized Lizzie was fully connected with us and fully engaged in our world. Her interests slowly became the same as her peers and now at fifteen years old, she is mainstreamed in school, on the high honor roll, is a cheerleader, was voted on the homecoming court, and has held a paying summer job. She still has autism, but she is now the best version of herself…connected, capable and confident.
These changes in her didn’t happen in 525,000 minutes…or even 1,050,000. But, they did happen. I had to release my expectations and change my goals, and over many years, the little steps of progress slowly added up.  
Do you remember a time when your child with autism willingly connected with you…even if it was only for a second? We understand how precious that moment was. On this World Autism Awareness Day, we would love for you to encourage others with your experience by sharing your ”most precious moment” in the comments below. 
Julie Hornok is an author, speaker and advocate for autism. Her writing has appeared in Parenting Special Needs Magazine, Autism Parenting Magazine, AutismSpot, Thrive Magazine, Literary Mama, Chicken Soup for the Soul series and many more. Her first book, United in Autism: Finding Strength Inside the Spectrum, will be released in October 2018.

When Julie isn’t busy driving her three kids all around town, she loves to bring free pampering events to autism moms through United in Autism. Join her United in Autism Facebook Community for interviews from inspiring autism parents and experts from around the world.