It was the Thursday after St. Patrick’s Day and the first week of homeschooling since we’d been put on quarantine lockdown in our homes due to the coronavirus. The missionaries from our church had reached out to ask if they could share a brief spiritual message with us via FaceTime that evening and we resignedly accepted. And it went exactly as Blake and I expected. Well, at first anyway. As we sat on the couch and huddled around the iPad, Jackson became restless and overwhelmed and therefore resorted to hitting me and Blake and jumping off the back of the couch ...

“I just want to die.” It was 8am and we’d heard Taylor say those words nearly on repeat since 5am, when I’d jumped out of bed with my eyes still closed and stumbled down the hallway and into the kids bathroom to relieve my 8 year-old Makenzie, who was trying to pull a screaming, thrashing Taylor down from the small, open window she was attempting to fit through. It is the only upstairs window we have not hammered nails in to keep from opening more than a couple inches so that Taylor won’t be able to jump out. Now I’m realizing ...

As I was tucking Taylor into bed the other night, I turned to leave the room and said, “Goodnight, Taylor. I love you!” Her response? “I read that pitbulls are only aggressive if they feel threatened or if their owners teach them to be aggressive.” Yup, just living that autism parenting life, lol. In all seriousness though, many parents of autistic children rarely hear their children reciprocate feelings. It wasn’t until Taylor was 9 years old — when I had literally told her thousands of times that I love her — that Taylor responded one random night with, “I love you too, mommy.” I left ...

We’re finally here. This is the first post of a project that Emily and I began thinking of 18 months ago. A lot has changed since then, but also a lot has stayed the same. We are the parents of four great kids, each with their own unique strengths and challenges and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Our oldest child, Taylor, was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder (ASD) in November of 2017, and our son, Jackson, was officially diagnosed with ASD in April 2019 (though we and his pediatrician suspected ASD for over a year). Makenzie is our sweet peacemaker in ...