I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
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.
My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.