Fruit salad. Yummy, yummy.

Fruit salad. Yummy, yummy.
My son turns television watching into an all-out physical event.
She is equal to her brother and, in my eyes, just as important.
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.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
It’s part of parenting and doesn’t stop because my child has Autism.
Diapers and feedings can be outsourced to a nanny or a babysitter. Teaching them about the sometimes-harsh world around them is a job that only a parent should do.
If it seems like there aren’t many things to say to make the parent of a child on the Autism spectrum feel better, that’s because there aren’t.
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?