In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.
It’s not about the people around you. It’s about the person within you.
My non-verbal son with autism has always been fiercely anti-mask…although not for a political reason.
Distance learning wasn’t made for children like my boy and, even when he was on task, he wasn’t actually taking in new information.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
Ironically, it feels selfish…when it’s the most selfless thing you can do.
Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.
She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.
This entire process went from a minor annoyance to a major catastrophe. Suddenly the new normal today was something that would have seemed like science fiction in February.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.