It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.
My daughter, as the child without special needs, shouldn’t feel she has take care of him like it was her job.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
Just because I don’t know why he reacts a certain way to something, that doesn’t mean I can’t support him during it.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.
The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…