I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.
Enlightened as I was, there was nowhere further to go. I had been a horrible person, needed to repent, and that was the end of the story.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.