Tag: autism appreciation

A Hundred Miles An Hour

My son turns television watching into an all-out physical event.

I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”

The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.

Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.

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.

I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.

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.