The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn’t even need an audience to spring up.
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.
There are certain pieces of advice that make us roll our eyes. The old adage about the best things in life being free can be put into that category.
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
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.
Kids today aren’t as coddled as you might think. They’re also not kidding themselves.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.