It’s not about his appreciation. It’s about mine.
The second I say, “My kid isn’t a runner,” is the second he runs into the Atlantic Ocean.
My boy understands ways to get his way.
Autism doesn’t make him less than you or more than you. It makes him him.
Speaking doesn’t guarantee greatness. Great parenting does.
I don’t have a choice. I must, so I just do.
He’s made me a better person, which is the exact person he deserves.
Today, he’s the perfect version of himself that he can be.
Kids don’t need words. They just need love.
This is the first time they are seeing him.