‘Twas the night before Christmas and in the living room A tired, haggard Mom swept with a broom. Another shattered ornament tossed in the air by a naughty little eight-year-old with candy cane in his hair. He doesn’t mean to be bad or make his mom cry. He just is impulsive and thought it could ...
We were in the middle of one of those grinding it out periods. Eric was doing OK… not much new to report. School had just started and he transitioned back into the groove pretty well. My daughter came down with a mild eye infection that made her eyes slightly swollen and red. The doctor prescribed ...
I’ve written a few posts about the love and support we receive from our friends and family. It wasn’t until I started writing about it and receiving feedback that I realized how truly blessed we are. As much as we appreciate every gesture, it took reading comments from other families on the spectrum expressing envy ...
Dear Holly, I want to start by thanking you for your tireless activism on behalf of Autism awareness. I truly respect you and your family and your husband’s book may be the singular thing that placed me on a path of acceptance and pride in my own Autistic son. But I have to take you ...
I make a concerted effort to keep my posts positive, upbeat… even inspirational. The risk in that approach is giving the false impression that I’ve got it all together and have it all figured out. I have bad moments, days and weeks too. Believe me. And like I mentioned in a previous post, it sneaks up ...
I have this recurring dream. I dream that I die. I know, it’s morbid… but stick with me a minute… When I die I ascend to heaven and I’m embraced by God. He assures me that I will be able to continue to watch over my family and give them peace and comfort until they ...
I’m a straight-shooter. I won’t candy-coat it. That plan you had… that vision of fatherhood… it’s irrelevant now. Go ahead and mourn. Go ahead and let yourself be angry. Affix blame on whomever you’d like. Yell at God a little, he can take it. Are you done? Now here’s the deal. Your son’s path will ...
Yesterday my family threw a party for my wife’s Mom and Dad who are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. They are an amazing couple… but that deserves a blog post of its own. These things are not fun for me, I have to be honest. They are stressful and exhausting. There was a photographer there ...
It’s really not that complicated… -I have moments of frustration, anger and self-pity. I have moments of joy, pride and celebration. -I mourn the loss of my carefully-mapped-out life. I celebrate the inner strength and voice I have found as I navigate my new life. -I’m sad that my son can not (yet) fully communicate ...
I was a “difficult” kid. When I got frustrated I used to run head-first into the refrigerator. My mom tells a famous story about asking my pediatrician about this behavior. His sage advice? “The next time he runs into the refrigerator, make his butt hurt worse than his head.” My parents frequently had to load ...
