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?