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.
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.
When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.
It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose
I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.
The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.
My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.
I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.
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