It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
It wasn’t me, as much as I want to pretend it is.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
I’m his father. I view him through the rosiest glasses of all.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
My boy is happy. He expresses it every day.
The worst moments of our lives haven’t happened yet, but the best moments haven’t either.
The moment we stepped outside, he lost it.
Hi, Blog. I’m grateful.
My special needs son has a sister whose point of view helps him grow in all the right ways.
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