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.
Believing your kids can do anything is easy. Believing in your own ability to show them how to do those things is hard.
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.
In my day, we didn’t have internet. We had prank phone calls and they were awesome.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…
Simply put, he’s mine and I’ll watch over him forever.
Don’t let anyone heap guilt on you for the sake of their own ego.