I want to give lectures about what I was forced to call meals as a child and how we don’t get to choose what we want to eat. But, alas, I’m tired. So I plop the Eggos in the toaster and everyone enjoys their morning.
I want to give lectures about what I was forced to call meals as a child and how we don’t get to choose what we want to eat. But, alas, I’m tired. So I plop the Eggos in the toaster and everyone enjoys their morning.
I knew what was coming. I think you do too. Her goodbye that day would be her final one.
As I frantically tried to put his clothes back on, I repeated “No, no, no,” and “we don’t take our clothes off”.
If he suddenly stops tomorrow and begins sliding down the chute rather than climbing the ladder, I will still be proud to be his dad.
If you’re busy yelling and screaming about the mistakes you make today, you lose the focus to erase them from the person you are tomorrow.
My non-verbal son isn’t telling me funny tales from his day. Yet, I’ve seen them all grow up. They’re a part of his life and it makes them important to mine.
There’s always a pressing issue that needs his attention in another room.
He’s succeeded at things I never dreamed possible – things that experts never dreamed possible. He’s not only persevered, he’s crushed it.
Nebulizer? Medicine? What? What does this kid need? Even if he could speak, I might not know.
It filled me with pride. I like to think that he shared in that feeling too. He earned it.
You must be logged in to post a comment.