Glitter, rainbows, and the pure, unadulterated chaos of a Scandinavian Death Metal mosh pit.
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.
I almost crumbled into a heap on the floor. Within ten seconds, I was on my computer and Robloxing like a mad man.
Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”
I knew she had her hooks deep into this snow day and wanted nothing more than to jump into the yard like a drunk elf on a trampoline.
If you don’t have at least a few moments in life where your kid really dislikes you, then you’re dropping the ball.