Tag: Parenting

I Used To Be Pretty Cool

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.

Not the “Autism Awareness” where you are aware of what Autism is.

Of course, if anyone does them wrong, I would go buck on them. That’s a given. But I’ll just wait until that happens.

The negatives that are always so bright in our faces can usually overpower the positives that they create.

He smiles big and I can see that he knows it’s special. He knows it’s for him.

I almost crumbled into a heap on the floor. Within ten seconds, I was on my computer and Robloxing like a mad man.