The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
That guilt was because I was still learning the difference between hoping and needing. I was hoping my son would speak. As I’ve come to realize though, I didn’t need it.
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
Sensory issues or stimulation have nothing to do with it. This was my kid wanting what he wanted and whining until he got it.
I never had Father’s Days like the ones I’ve made since becoming a father myself.
My son may have never said a word to me, but we have spoken in so many more ways than that.
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.
Those who treat him like he’s capable of anything will get the best him he can be.
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.
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