A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
Just because I don’t know why he reacts a certain way to something, that doesn’t mean I can’t support him during it.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
His eyes turn red, you lean in to check him, and he sneezes in your face.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
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