I think he wanted to cry. I wouldn’t say it was pity in his eyes, because that would’ve made me mad. But it was definitely worry in his eyes. He worries about me a lot. I know he does. He worries about how I will take care of Brian on my own as he continues to grow. He worries about the fact that when Brian gets upset like that the only way to calm him is for me to hold him in my arms. And he’s already more than a third of my own weight. I can’t do it for much longer. And how am I going to calm him when I can’t? He worries about my future all the time. He’s my Dad, that’s what Dads do…but with autism in the mix, it’s a whole other story.
Brian takes the “Be Kind, Rewind” slogan a bit too seriously. Brian is the most obnoxious person to watch a movie with. I’m not even talking about the fact that he can’t sit still and will often run in front of the TV repeatedly while jumping, flapping, and squealing. He’s now decided that he has […]