Tag: Parenting

Running To Third

I had no idea where this concept came from. For the record, I have never stolen gas.

Here’s the twist. I don’t wonder that.

I guess I’m supposed to be wiser now. After all, I’m 40.

The hour would end, the door would close, and we would all be alone together again.

As the parent to a child with Autism, it pulls me back to the early days of his life…

That’s when being really cool became something I talk about in the past tense.

My parenthood is neither painful nor does it require relief. When I say that I accept my son as he is, I’m not trying to fool myself and others.

When he was two, I could never imagine five. When he was five, I could never imagine seven.

It’s not about speech, spectrums, or understanding. It’s about who we are as people.

I had done nothing wrong, but at the time, their confused glances sure made me feel that way.