My uplifting story
Here is a short story: "Hey, Mom?" my son asked, he is neurodivergent looking up at me with his big brown eyes. "Are you proud of me?" I smiled and knelt down beside him. "Of course, I'm proud of you!" I said, giving him a big hug. "Why do you ask?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I just want to make sure." I pulled back and looked at him, my heart full of love and admiration. "You know, buddy, being proud of someone isn't just about what they accomplish. It's about who they are as a person. And I am so proud of the kind, thoughtful, and creative person you are. Your autism is a part of that, and it's something that makes you unique and special." He smiled, looking relieved. "Really?" "Really," I said. "I'm proud of you every day, no matter what. And I love you more than words can say." He hugged me tight, and I knew that he felt seen and loved for exactly who he Uplifting st