WHERE ARE YOU? MY LITTLE ANGEL
Giving the seat an almighty push, the swing flew into the air. ‘Higher,’ my 22-month-old son Kane, shouted, giving me a grin.
After dropping my eldest Callum, now three, at nursery earlier on in the morning, it was our usual routine to head to the park for an hour or so of fun.
Callum had been recently diagnosed with non-verbal autism which made life quite difficult at times.
He wouldn’t be able to tell me what he wanted, and as a result he’d express challenging behaviours such as head banging – I could tell he was just frustrated.
Only, in contrast, Kane would always tell me exactly what he wanted to do next.
‘Car,’ he pointed, spotting the mechanical rides.
Kane was utterly obsessed with bikes, cars, and heroes.
Batman being his favourite, most likely due to his fancy car!
Even though me and the boys’ dad Callum, 30, had decided to go our separate ways, we tried our best to co-parent the boys together, meaning double the fun!
After catching Kane at the bottom of the slide for what seemed
