I want him to turn heads for all the right reasons.
We stopped at Starbucks and drove around in circles.
Though the years, I’ve gone back and forth in my answer.
He’s a ten-year-old boy first and a ten-year-old boy with autism second.
Watching it today “hit different”, as the kids say.
As Nine Inch Nails so eloquently asked, “What have I become?” A parent.
He didn’t need “fixing.” He needed love.
Depending on who said it, it meant different things and hit in different ways.
For those who have my child’s best interests at heart, I can’t be defensive or apprehensive. I can only be proactive.
He might not always have someone there to check on his batteries. That’s the whole problem that many special needs parents face.