There's nothing more frustrating than telling someone about your child's special needs and being greeted with an immediate inquisition on potential things they think you could have done to cause them.
Lucas and I had been talking this whole time and I, in all my hope for verbalized words, had missed it.
It's like being the best barber in the shop and finding out that, in six months, your job will also include competitive Frisbee and candle-making.
There are very few good parenting moments that allow us to put our feet up in another room, but this is one of them. It's like finding a vegetable that tastes like ice cream cake.
The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother's Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother's Autism.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.
Will there be overwhelming events for my non-verbal son? Sure. Will there be judgmental people? Definitely. Are they the norm and do they define who we are or what we do? Not at all.
Every family has their own language. It's made up of words or phrases that no one else would understand. Every person contributes. Every person speaks it.
"What time do you guys fight Santa?"
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.