In 2011, I thought my son had said his first word. Years later, I finally understood what was really happening. This is the story of how I learned to see my nonverbal son exactly as he is.
In 2011, I thought my son had said his first word. Years later, I finally understood what was really happening. This is the story of how I learned to see my nonverbal son exactly as he is.
Every year, Lucas hangs a single ornament on our Christmas tree. This time, he showed me just how much a child can learn without anyone noticing.
It’s not just about pajamas. It’s about progress, independence, and realizing my son may be capable of more than I ever imagined.
His demeanor isn’t luck or a gift from above. It’s the result of years of hard work, patience, and understanding
When my nonverbal son handed me his favorite toy, he wasn’t playing.
He was asking for help and I understood him completely.
I’m so grateful that we never gave up.
He shows me trust and patience. The least I can do is return compassion and care.
Parenting a non-verbal child with autism once filled me with fear for the future. But the reality of raising Lucas turned out nothing like I imagined.
If not for misunderstandings, then why celebrate understanding?
I feel better about who I am than I ever did before having my son.
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