It was then that I truly understand what autism meant.

Of all the things I know, I know my non-verbal son loves me.

Pushing isn’t always progress, and rest isn’t always regret.

If I want my non-verbal son to be accepted in our community, I need to help him be part of it.

The world proved me wrong.

I don’t love my kids for the things they can or can’t do. I love them for who they are.

In other words, just because he can’t speak doesn’t mean he can’t do so much more.

I want a kid who is good all the time, not just when his dad is there.