My son recently had an experience that was new for him, but also new for me as a parent. He went to an overnight camp for three weeks. Truthfully, this was something I would have never considered for my son, mostly because he is severely autistic. He wasn’t the only one who grew from this experience. Here are three things I learned.
When My Kid Was A Pizza
In October 2014, I was in the middle of a short period of personal chaos that had created a fair sense of anxiety and fear in me: job loss; my mother experienced an accident that required surgery; my mother-in-law required hospitalization as well. I felt confused and insecure, but did my best to remember I was serving an important purpose in my family’s life. And at Halloween, the purpose to my time at home was finally realized.