You're Not Screwing This Up...

You ever look at your kid and think, “I love you more than life itself… but if you ask me one more question while I’m in the bathroom, I might move to a remote village with no Wi-Fi and a goat named Steve”?

Yeah. Same.

Raising a neurodivergent child can feel like trying to download a 200GB file on dial-up while someone keeps unplugging the router.

It’s beautiful. It’s exhausting. And there’s no manual—just people telling you to “be more patient” when you’re running on fumes and cold coffee.

But here’s what I want you to hear today: You’re not screwing this up.

Even on the days you snap.
Even when you forget the appointment.
Even when your kid melts down and you freeze.
Even when you hide in the car for 5 minutes just to breathe.

You’re learning a brand-new language that no one handed you a dictionary for.
You’re doing adaptive parenting on expert mode, without cheat codes.
You’re showing up, again and again.

That’s not failure.

That’s love in its rawest, most determined form.

If you’ve ever felt like you're parenting in the dark with only a flashlight and a half-charged phone, comment “Me too.”

Let’s remind each other we’re not alone.