I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
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