Under-promise and overdeliver.
It’s my duty to make him feel heard, even if he never says a single word.
What if autism doesn’t make him a super hero doctor like they say on TV?
He has to know that I believe in him.
A smile is worth a thousand pictures.
“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
He’s always showing me that he is processing things in his own way.
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
The day that I let him whine his way into eating a dog treat is the day that I give up.
He deserves it, whether it’s at the end of a monumental weekend or not.