Some friends have understood. Others haven’t. To be completely honest, sometimes I didn’t either.
His personality isn’t about what he might or might not do. It’s about who he is and he’s great.
Helping him out isn’t just about us doing things for him. It’s also about teaching him to do things for us.
Yesterday’s impossibilities become today’s milestones before our very eyes. If you’re too busy worrying about tomorrow’s goals, you’ll miss them.
Their “expertise”, or lack thereof, isn’t limited to autism and the families affected by it. They will also judge anything else they don’t know.
Just because we have what some might see as an “excuse” doesn’t mean he doesn’t need to learn.
I struggle with this inner urge to spoil him rotten in lots of instances.
As they poke, prod, and check the charts, the doctors always remind you that you have “nothing to worry about.”
This moment meant more to me than these words can even explain because it was a moment that, at one time, I didn’t think would ever be possible.
For the first time in all our grocery outings, he was focused and tuned in to his surroundings. Rather than coming along for the ride, my boy was a willing co-pilot.