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.
Just because I don’t know why he reacts a certain way to something, that doesn’t mean I can’t support him during it.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
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.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
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