Snap at a friend and they dismiss it. Do the same to your kid, they'll bring it up at Thanksgiving when you're 60.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Not only do things change, but people do. I did. You probably have too.
Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks - good and bad - are his and I love him.
It's like being the best barber in the shop and finding out that, in six months, your job will also include competitive Frisbee and candle-making.
The reality is that there are plenty of times when we, as adults, need to get away from the kids in order to steal a few sobering moments to ourselves.
Worrying never did anything for me. All it did was make the moments before uncertainty worse by filling me with impending dread.
There are very few good parenting moments that allow us to put our feet up in another room, but this is one of them. It's like finding a vegetable that tastes like ice cream cake.
The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother's Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother's Autism.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.