There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
There’s something so unique and inspiring about it, that it’s hard to put into words.
How can I raise a child with Autism? I just do. And it’s great.
I would be very confused by love of all of this, if only it wasn’t for one thing.
I never asked her to help “cure” my son’s Autism.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
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.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?