There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
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