They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
Just because I don’t know why he reacts a certain way to something, that doesn’t mean I can’t support him during it.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.