In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
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 was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose
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