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.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
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.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.