I know that it’s easy to eyeroll when you read someone says that they were “inspired” by their child’s “courage”. But let’s get serious here for a second…
I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.
The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.
After some very awkward apologies, we took part in an even more awkward hour of singing.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…
He wasn’t doing it for us. He was doing it for himself.
Simply put, he’s mine and I’ll watch over him forever.
Time has made many interactions I once would have thought impossible possible
Don’t let anyone heap guilt on you for the sake of their own ego.