1. Ruth Bowler
    December 23, 2013 @ 2:31 pm

    Lovely story. And so happy that “art” saved the day. I enjoyed seeing Jack when I went into school for Ellis Island Day. Impressed he remembered my name. The mug Jack made is just beautiful and I love the colors he chose.


  2. Brandi Favaloro
    December 23, 2013 @ 3:18 pm

    Hi Carrie, I feel as if I know you and your family as I have been a subscriber & loyal reader of your blog. I have a daughter w/Autism & I completely understand “it doesn’t mean about the mug” I remember the first time Montana felt embarrassment. An emotion I didn’t think Autism would allow her to grasp. Her dad & I were talking to her grandparents about how much she was growing into a young lady & her dad mentioned his shock @ finding out I had bought her a bra & the fact that she needed one. She had been playing & appeared to not be paying any mind to our conversation when all of a sudden she takes off running, crying & hiding under the dinning table. We were so confused trying to figure out if she had fallen or gotten hurt somehow. When she crawled out drying her eyes & said u make me sad talking about my personal. My heart just melted her dad & I had to console her & assure her we wouldn’t take about her personal w/other people but that grandma understood about those things & we could share those “personal” things with her. My husband & I had a good cry that night at the realization that she had felt understood embarrassment. Her world had just gotten a little bigger!


  3. April
    December 23, 2013 @ 3:50 pm

    beautiful story Carrie…very touching….


  4. Missy
    December 29, 2013 @ 10:44 am

    Oh Jack, your mind is flexing in beautiful and unexpected and hopeful ways. Merry Christmas to all of you. Enjoy sipping hot chocolate in just the mug.


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