I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.
You go places you never thought you would. You become things you never dreamed.
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.
Others may cut your down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put yourself back together and grow. I did.
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.