It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
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.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.