It’s about making your kids happy even when you don’t remember the meaning of the word. It’s about putting the smile on their faces that you wish you could put on your own.
This entire process went from a minor annoyance to a major catastrophe. Suddenly the new normal today was something that would have seemed like science fiction in February.
I often say that the world should try to be a little more like my son. We’d all be better for it.
I can’t treat him like I would another child who’s disobeying me due to a lack of respect. That’s not what this is.
This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.
I have never, in my entire life, been as in awe of one person as I am of him. He does things his own way.
One day without school turned into two and then three and then fifteen. Soon, no one knew what day it was, when things were going back to normal, and what exactly was happening.
As long as it comes from a place of learning, rather than cruelty, I will answer anything.
We are so busy telling everyone that we’re aware and accepting of people with autism, we don’t stop to appreciate when they are aware and accepting of us.
Sometimes those golden sentiments of happy-happy joy-joy work in the opposite direction.