The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother’s Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother’s Autism.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son’s first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
You keep waiting for an adultier adult to run in and say, “Ladies and gentlemen, this person is a liar!”