You don’t have to be expressly called a dipstick by an elementary school kid in order to feel like one.
Lucas and I had been talking this whole time and I, in all my hope for verbalized words, had missed it.
For many, my son having "special needs" means focusing on the things he can't do. It overshadows many of the powerful things he can.
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.
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.
How can I allow my school-aged child with autism to still play with a toy designed for a toddler? Doesn't that go against the very nature of my job?
The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn't even need an audience to spring up.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son's first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.