This is the type of lesson you only understand as life plays out.
He’s my son. I made him. He’s a part of me. Any good I do for him, I do for myself.
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.
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.
I wanted to write some of them down here so I have them. And, in case I’m not around one day, she does too.
You’re not perfect. You’re not awful. You just are.
I know many people don’t see this side of him and, to be honest, that makes it all the more special.
Just as you can convince yourself that life is miserable, you can do the opposite.
Had you told me five years ago that I would be writing this blog today, I would never have believed you.