For some, my son’s Autism brings up feelings about themselves, not about him.
It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.