You haven’t truly listened until you’ve learned to hear without words.
You haven’t truly listened until you’ve learned to hear without words.
Lucas knows I love him, and I know he loves me.
Once again, my non-verbal son made me the speechless one.
It’s not about individual milestones or checking boxes on birthdays.
I let him reach understanding on his own terms and celebrated when he did.
Our autism journey isn’t a sprint or even a marathon. It’s a slow stroll that requires consistent starts and stops.
Love and redemption were waiting at the end of the path I tried so desperately to avoid.
Anything less than verbal language felt like it would be a disaster.
Lucas doesn’t do crocodile tears. Although, they’re practically the size of crocodiles.
Over time, he’ll defeat today’s challenges too.
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