Once again, I learn about the world through his eyes in ways I never would have noticed on my own.
Some friends have understood. Others haven’t. To be completely honest, sometimes I didn’t either.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
Stress over the uncertainty that I would have to encounter was actually the most stressful and uncertain times of all.
I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.
My non-verbal son’s skill set stretches far beyond what any one person sees. It’s my job, as his advocate, to accept that.
My non-verbal boy can sling snark with the best of them. He just expresses it in more creative ways.
“Hop up on the scale for me buddy.” That’s when the gates of hell open.
Kids aren’t all or nothing. Neither is Autism.