Tearing Down The Walls

Had you told me five years ago that I would be writing this blog today, I would never have believed you.

All Unique. All Special.

It’s one of the main reasons we should stand in awe of special education teachers (and all teachers in general).

Snap at a friend and they dismiss it. Do the same to your kid, they’ll bring it up at Thanksgiving when you’re 60.

If it seems like there aren’t many things to say to make the parent of a child on the Autism spectrum feel better, that’s because there aren’t.

Suddenly, you’re no longer Zack Morris. You’re now Mr. Belding.

The moment you’d let your guard down, he would take off across the yard. The next thing you know, you’re tackling a preschooler on your front lawn.

Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.

The scariest thing about being a newly diagnosed special needs parent is that you’re a newly diagnosed special needs parent.

Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.

Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks – good and bad – are his and I love him.