We share t-shirts…and he’s outgrowing them. Lord help me.
The eye contact now was very different than the eye contact mere hours earlier.
It’s easy to play the victim when people see you as one.
I reminded her that her brother loved her and would never hurt her on purpose.
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.