My boy understands ways to get his way.
He’s made me a better person, which is the exact person he deserves.
A smile is worth a thousand pictures.
The day that I let him whine his way into eating a dog treat is the day that I give up.
He deserves it, whether it’s at the end of a monumental weekend or not.
I’d rather be nowhere else than right here and right now.
This issue springs up every few years.
People grow. He’s a person. He grows.
It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
Verbal or non, autism or not, kids are kids.