I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
How terrible must that be for him?
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
Never fear learning who your child is.
Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?
All I needed to do was be there for him.
Wherever you go, there you are. I can’t wait to get there.
I don’t care why he has autism.
There’s no shame in the things that make us who we are.