I want her to be a strong and caring member of the family. Days like that make me realize that she is.
They might not always be easy, but they’re my everything. Easy is boring.
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.
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.
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.