That was the plan…until noon. Suddenly, she remembered that we had movies and ice cream at home.
That was the plan…until noon. Suddenly, she remembered that we had movies and ice cream at home.
He used the back of his hand to nudge the iPad back to me. It was his way of saying, “Get out here with that garbage.”
I want to be the fun dad, but I also want to be a good dad. It’s a delicate balance sometimes.
That guilt was because I was still learning the difference between hoping and needing. I was hoping my son would speak. As I’ve come to realize though, I didn’t need it.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.
Sensory issues or stimulation have nothing to do with it. This was my kid wanting what he wanted and whining until he got it.
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
My son may have never said a word to me, but we have spoken in so many more ways than that.
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.
Those who treat him like he’s capable of anything will get the best him he can be.
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