One day, maybe he’ll be able to tell me, “Yo. Put me down.”
Forever. No thought. Not even a question. All real parents would say the same.
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.
My non-verbal boy can sling snark with the best of them. He just expresses it in more creative ways.
“Hop up on the scale for me buddy.” That’s when the gates of hell open.