t’s back to the good ole days when I was a paraprofessional in a life skills classroom. The ranges of disabilities in that classroom varied from, Down Syndrome, Intellectually disabled, severe behaviors, and more. It was a learning year for me! 

I was assigned a 6 foot tall boy who has autism with mild behaviors. He was super funny, observant, and loved to reenact scenes from movies. He was going through a growth spurt, and was needing some new clothes. His mom decided to get him some “big boy pants.” She called them the “big boy pants” because he was a big boy, who loved to eat all her food. She was supportive, caring, and always knew how to make me laugh.