Tears! Happy Tears!
With the onset of middle school, I had to finally give up walking Brooke to her class every morning.
We stop at the bottom of the hill, some 50 yards from the entrance to the school. We give each other a kiss on the cheek and then do something we call the “rollers” where we rub our cheeks together. I watch, every morning with my breath held, as a little piece of my heart goes running up the hill and off to school.
For those of you who have been here from the beginning, or who have an autistic child, you know that Brooke’s attempts at play bids are clumsy and awkward at best, often leaving the recipients of those bids unsure of what to do. Different kids react in different ways, but often, they will simply look at each other and move on. I don’t know if…
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