I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.
Surely he'd talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of "everything will be different next year."
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
What followed was a ten minute game of angry Twister that left us with an awful haircut and an even more awful memory.
I can't pretend to know the tone of their curiosity, but I'm sure it's there and it really balances out to, "What must it be like when they're all alone back at home?"
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of "bless you" isn't one of them.