It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.

It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
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.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
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.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
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