It's Okay to Hover
I’m a hoverer. I flit about like a nervous hummingbird. When I am sitting seemingly still, my mind is still jumping back and forth between all the little ducklings in my brood. Am I allowing the diva enough opportunities to grow and nurture her free spirit and fashion aspirations, while still planting reasonable expectations in her head for the future? How can I help my little Aspie deal with society and their lack of respect for anything that doesn’t fit the norm?
