Here's to all the amazing siblings in our children's lives! They don't get enough credit for their kindness, compassion, and ability to think on their toes when a dangerous situation arises with their brother or sister with autism. I am so proud of my son Andrew, and here is just one reason why:
It was a normal day like any other day. The skies were blue, the weather was pleasant, and there
was a slightly cool breeze that made me vacillate if I should run in and grab jackets for the kids.
My oldest son, Andrew, was eight years old, and my daughter with autism, Lizzie, was six.
Andrew and Lizzie rode their scooters down the street, just out of my eye sight. At the exact
same crack in the sidewalk, Lizzie would turn around, and they would scooter back to me.