He gets a little excited. We pulled into the parking lot of Walmart for our semi-weekly excursion to buy a new Cars toy for being a good boy at school. I barely put the car in Park before he threw open the rear door. Finesse is not one of his strong suits. The car door ...
The kid is huge. He is a gifted athlete. He is the star of his traveling baseball team and, at 13 years-old, already famous in our small town for his ability to hit a baseball a country mile. He is popular, good looking and carries himself with the cockiness that can be expected from someone ...
It’s not like the movies. There isn’t a climactic “Ah-ha” moment where everybody cheers. The scene doesn’t fade to black and reappear with the credits rolling over an upbeat soundtrack and a compilation of all the main characters singing and dancing. Healing is slow. Sometimes you know the right answer in your soul, but your ...
-Discipline your child– you’re a bully. -Let him cry– you’re disconnected and insensitive. -Comfort him– you’re spoiling him. -Negotiate with him– you’re giving in. -Stay home– you’re not trying. -Bring them out– you’re disrupting others’ good time. -Ask for concessions– you’re milking the disability for special treatment. -Ask for help– you’re weak. -Do it yourself– ...
12 years on this ride. Here’s what I’ve learned so far: 1) You’re never as good as your best day or as bad as your worst. 2) Our biggest victories often follow short bursts of brutal tests of will. 3) Comparison is a vile, ugly monster. 4) He is sneaky like a ninja and never ...
You want answers?You want answers?You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has ignorance and that ignorance has to defeated by people with guts. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Autism Speaks? We have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for privacy and you wonder why we ...
Ball one (high and outside). “Hey Dad, can I have some peanuts?” “Sure, kiddo. The next time the guy comes by, flag him down.” Strike one (one and one). “There he is. Hey Mister! Over here!” The vendor winks at Luke, snatches a bag of nuts out of his tray and tosses it over eight ...
Dear nice mom, You caught me. I wasn’t staring, but my eyes lingered on your son a little too long and you noticed. We were in the Dollar Store. He was fascinated with the bin full of basketballs and he was in his glory bouncing them rhythmically and laughing. Our eyes met briefly. I know ...
I just quietly watched him from afar. He didn’t know I was watching. He was sitting at his desk quietly, almost silently, sounding out the words written on one of his DVD’s. He wasn’t completing a trial. He wasn’t working because I or anyone else was bribing him with a reward. There were no tokens ...
I like to race in triathlons. I completely suck at it. I am barely average. It’s the worst torture I have ever endured. But, I absolutely love it. There is a point in the swim where your arms start to ache and you can’t control your heart rate. You lose the rhythm of the stroke ...
