When my nonverbal son handed me his favorite toy, he wasn’t playing.
He was asking for help and I understood him completely.
When my nonverbal son handed me his favorite toy, he wasn’t playing.
He was asking for help and I understood him completely.
I’m so grateful that we never gave up.
He shows me trust and patience. The least I can do is return compassion and care.
Parenting a non-verbal child with autism once filled me with fear for the future. But the reality of raising Lucas turned out nothing like I imagined.
If not for misunderstandings, then why celebrate understanding?
I feel better about who I am than I ever did before having my son.
It’s all about today. That’s all we have.
Moments like this were once feared to be a pipedream.
Moments like this were once feared to be a pipedream.
Every moment of letting go adds up to something bigger.
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