“What is that? Ugh. It’s probably my kid.”
“What is that? Ugh. It’s probably my kid.”
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
She’s prioritized on the same level he is – not above and not below.
It had little do with the content of the tale. It was all about the delivery.
He doesn’t have to ask, expect, or appreciate. I do it because I love him
Free time is coming…but you’re definitely going to earn it.
“Autism” is as general a term as “parenting.” They’re both deeply personal and different for everyone.
It’s not about money or the jobs themselves. It’s about teaching life skills.
Meltdowns are tough on parents, but far worse for people experiencing them firsthand.
I don’t know what the other kids are doing. Some are talking. Some are reading. Some might have X-Ray vision.
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