It was normal. It was natural. It was perfect. That’s the truth.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.