I do it for the world and I do it for them. Messing these kids up just isn’t an option.

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?
We have a lot less of these interactions as time goes on, but they still happen.
I’ve never had a relationship as special as the unique ones I have with each of them.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
Being Dad is the greatest, scariest, happiest, lifetime of dread I could have ever signed up for.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.