He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
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