It is 4:12 a.m. or hour #3 since my son woke up. This night is another reminder of how my life is different from other moms, yet, similar to many special needs mothers. I can sit here on the couch with my son and ponder why he has autism, however, after so many years, all I can do is accept it and do what is best for him. I realize this blog was meant for foster parents; I created it…