It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.

It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.
Yes, it’s an exaggerated sense of fault in situations like these, but that’s how they become learning experiences.
When my son was very young and newly diagnosed with Autism, everyone was sure he would be “just fine”.
I knew she had her hooks deep into this snow day and wanted nothing more than to jump into the yard like a drunk elf on a trampoline.
My concern, as insane as it was, was that maybe by accepting it, I was pushing him towards a future that wasn’t his. I was convinced of it.
It’s an individual situation that sees individual advancements for individuals who have it. There are no generalities.
Long after other toys, clothes, and jewelry fade into flea market fodder, they’ll still be the presents that remain in places of prominence.
Even the least cynical person on the planet would have a tough time with this situation.
She will become who she becomes because that’s who she’s meant to be, not because her choices were limited.
When you stop believing, Santa stops coming, right?
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