Autism isn’t a headline.
It’s a family.
A mom and dad.
A son.
A whole life.
This week, the news has been loud with fighting, blame, and opinions from people who don’t live it. But while they argue, my son quietly had the biggest victory of his life.
He walked into the doctor’s office.
He waited his turn.
He followed the nurse.
And he sat still—terrified but brave—while having his blood drawn twice.
His dad held one hand. I covered his eyes. We counted to 20, then 30, then 10.
And afterward, he asked for two cookies. I would’ve given him the whole factory. That’s how proud I was.
This is autism.
Not arguments. Not headlines.
But small victories that mean everything.
We keep going. We keep fighting. We keep loving.
For him. For us. For our family.
And we will never stop.
