What my non-verbal son teaches me about emotional truth, connection, and love without saying a word.
What my non-verbal son teaches me about emotional truth, connection, and love without saying a word.
The world proved me wrong.
I don’t love my kids for the things they can or can’t do. I love them for who they are.
In other words, just because he can’t speak doesn’t mean he can’t do so much more.
I want a kid who is good all the time, not just when his dad is there.
This was not Coachella. This was Seaford.
When I think of “severe autism,” I think of another kid… doing what Lucas is doing.
We’ll call you if we need anything. But, as of today, we’re good.
He’s my rock, my ride or die, and his need for me isn’t fickle or fake.
From what I’ve seen, autism isn’t a disease. It’s his way of being.
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