He smiles big and I can see that he knows it’s special. He knows it’s for him.
In a world where everyone is striving to fit in, any small difference for your kid can be concerning.
These seemingly “ruined” photos used to cause me grief. Now, I see them for what they truly are…
I tried not to view this proud moment as an opportunity for a future let down due to misplaced expectations.
No one really said anything for a moment. They didn’t need to.
They don’t make bumper stickers that say, “My Child Didn’t Break My Daughter’s Barbie House Today”
He’s my son. I made him. He’s a part of me. Any good I do for him, I do for myself.
It”s rare that I leave an interaction with him without smiling a little bit more than when I went in.
It wasn’t a secret word anymore. Soon it was just another aspect of our lives and categorized along with all of the other quirks in our family.
When my son was very young and newly diagnosed with Autism, everyone was sure he would be “just fine”.