They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
I may have helped, but his successes were about him doing it, not me teaching him.
In the end, I’m proud to say, no tables were flipped.
I had to force myself to see the worst of him, even though I usually can only see the best.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
When it comes to meetings like this, it’s about helping my child. I’m here for him.
Yeah. He’s not gonna look. You can just take it.
My non-verbal son’s skill set stretches far beyond what any one person sees. It’s my job, as his advocate, to accept that.