What if autism doesn’t make him a super hero doctor like they say on TV?
It’s easy to forget to make the memories when you’re busy running ragged into the ground.
That was the plan…until noon. Suddenly, she remembered that we had movies and ice cream at home.
I want to be the fun dad, but I also want to be a good dad. It’s a delicate balance sometimes.
The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
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.
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.