I had another meltdown yesterday. I won't bore you with the whiny details but I will tell you that my son heard me crying and came into my bedroom. He called me "mommy". It's the first time in years he's called me mommy. He knows things, he just can't communicate them and I don't think he understood why I was crying but he sure tried to make me feel better. Imagine being so thrilled that your 22 year old said "mommy". That's my life.