No one thanks you for the lights being on. They just blame you when they’re not.
It’s parenthood. If you have a kid, you do it.
Just because someone has the ability to say words, doesn’t mean they should always be speaking.
I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
It feels natural at this point to throw in an “I’m sorry to say”, but I’m not.
My daughter, as the child without special needs, shouldn’t feel she has take care of him like it was her job.
Everything I do now is so that one day, he can do it on his own.
I remember being excited about my new Freazy Freakies. What type of frozen tundra did I live in?
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.