As a neurodivergent + minnesotan native mom to two amazing neurodivergent children, my heart aches when I see cruel comments directed at someone like Gus Walz, who was simply cheering on his dad with pure joy and love. Being neurodivergent means seeing the world differently, and it’s something that should be celebrated, not mocked. Gus’s enthusiasm and pride in his father are a beautiful reminder of what it means to love unconditionally.