tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025305.post4298721547017499786..comments2024-01-24T05:26:00.039-08:00Comments on Whitterer on Autism: An aid to understandingMaddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05828186178060722812noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025305.post-54381600895402618562008-03-07T16:41:00.000-08:002008-03-07T16:41:00.000-08:00Sometimes it's really hard to be in the front seat...Sometimes it's really hard to be in the front seat looking back.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025305.post-53011993937531341602008-03-07T12:08:00.000-08:002008-03-07T12:08:00.000-08:00Obviously they've been paying pretty close attenti...Obviously they've been paying pretty close attention to the conversations around them. <BR/><BR/>I hope the party comes to fruition soon! And you did exactly what I would have done as far as caving in a bit goes. Just because we're the parents doesn't mean we don't have feelings anymore.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05698969349369789642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37025305.post-86566809057469427892008-03-07T06:06:00.000-08:002008-03-07T06:06:00.000-08:00They do come along. Slowly. In spurts sometimes....They do come along. Slowly. In spurts sometimes. And well behind everyone else. At their own pace, it would seem. But they come along.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024392628362568010noreply@blogger.com