I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
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.”
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
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