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?
This isn’t a milestone that works in the form of a soundbite. It requires a backstory and explanation, but it’s truly a major achievement.
It’s part of parenting and doesn’t stop because my child has Autism.
Answers that people usually would turn to a parent for are answers you don’t have.