The clapping, yelling, and jumping are just part of who we are. We not only endure it, we relish in it.
The clapping, yelling, and jumping are just part of who we are. We not only endure it, we relish in it.
Once you do, you see the beautiful picture that’s obscured by the seemingly missing pieces.
I’m not a superhero, Warrior, or anything other than the dad to two of the best kids on Earth.
If my boy never does these things, I accept that, because I love him.
I love my son and his autism cause isn’t something I’m constantly trying to get to the heart of.
The world might be aware of the term “autism”, they’re not aware of my son and what makes him special.
I have never, in my entire life, been as in awe of one person as I am of him. He does things his own way.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
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.
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