My life changed forever when Hunter became a part of it, but before I get into that, let me share a little backstory.
When I learned Hunter was autistic, my only real worry was whether he would like me. Because let’s be honest—if your boyfriend’s child doesn’t like you, you’re in for a tough road.
I grew up with three siblings, all of whom had learning disabilities. Back then, there wasn’t nearly as much awareness or understanding about it. We all struggled to read, but it was especially difficult for my siblings. My oldest sister, though, always had the biggest heart. She made sure no one ever felt left out, especially those who seemed different from everyone else.
Then came Hunter. I had no idea what I was stepping into. And I hate to admit that, but it’s the truth. I was 27, and I wanted to believe that my past experiences had prepared me. But the reality is, nothing can fully prepare you for parenting—especially parenting a child with autism. There’s an incredible amount of love and sacrifice that comes with it. I took that responsibility seriously, but I also didn’t fully grasp just how challenging it would be.
At first, I tried to act like nothing fazed me, like I had it all under control. But when I became pregnant with my first child and started spending time alone with Hunter, I began questioning everything. Our one-on-one time was never easy. If his dad, my husband David, wasn’t there, Hunter didn’t understand why he was with me. In his mind, I was always with his dad, so the association just wasn’t there. That’s why, to this day, I don’t watch him alone.
Despite the challenges, painting Hunter’s shoes was the easiest piece I’ve ever done. I knew exactly what I wanted to capture because, after all these years, I understand him. His world is beautifully black and white—clear, structured, and full of the things he loves. And one of those things is cows.
Hunter has always adored cows, and I’ve done my best to make sure they stay a part of his life. We live near plenty of farms, and whenever we pass by, we stop and admire them. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, the cows come right up to the fence, watching us as we watch them.
One of my favorite memories is from holidays at my grandmother’s house, which was right next to a cow farm. I remember Hunter standing by the fence for hours, waiting patiently for the cows to come close. And when they finally did, it was like magic.
Hunter has taught me so much about patience, understanding, and love. And while I may not have been fully prepared for this journey, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
