This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.
His personality isn’t about what he might or might not do. It’s about who he is and he’s great.
If you’re busy yelling and screaming about the mistakes you make today, you lose the focus to erase them from the person you are tomorrow.
My non-verbal son isn’t telling me funny tales from his day. Yet, I’ve seen them all grow up. They’re a part of his life and it makes them important to mine.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
He smiles big and I can see that he knows it’s special. He knows it’s for him.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.