We Finally Saw Raffi

My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.

Get This Candy Out Of My House

My pockets overflow with Hershey wrappers. They tumble out along the floor like product placement in a Hansel and Gretel movie.

I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.

You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.

The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.

One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”

We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.

Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.

The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…

I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”