I Don’t Just Love My Special Needs Child Because He’s Mine

Loving him “because he’s mine” is just one part of the much bigger equation and dismissive of a bigger point.

Sometimes He’s A Royal Pain

If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.

The saving grace, I told myself, was that she hadn’t seen me.

Feeding him corn or peas by the spoonful myself is actually pretty easy. It would take all of five minutes. But, I shouldn’t.

They expect the delicate laptop sent back in that Pandora’s Box of a backpack every morning

He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.

Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.

Her bewildered face appeared smaller and smaller in my rear-view. This was not a teachable moment.

I guess I should probably mention that my baby is ten years old.

Bingo. I had unexpectedly saved $22 while becoming the best dad in Target..