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.
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.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
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.
When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.
It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose
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