Category: Special Needs
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Brothers and Sisters—special needs
I fell head over heels for each of my children instantly. When my son met his baby sister for the first time, he stroked her downy soft hair and vowed to always take care of her. Sure, they may tease and squabble and possibly bite leaving behind little teeth marks, but mostly they are…
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Happy Disability Day?
Today is International Persons with a Disability Day. I’d never actually heard of it until it popped into my Twitter stream. It seems there are “DAYS” of recognition for everything now—like “Wear Brown Shoes Day” (coming up tomorrow in case you’re interested), There’s also: Ninja Day Learn Your Name In Morse Code Day Battery…
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In Her Eyes
Sometimes she’s here — fully present, eyes filled with light. Other times she’s gone — eyes vacant, staring off at some unseen point. Unseen by us, anyway. Where does she go when she disappears? Is she daydreaming or processing something new; filing experiences away for later? Or is her mind quietly resting…
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Her First Haircut
My daughter is seven and she’s never had a haircut. Not really. Her aunt gave her a trim one summer, but other than that, no snippy snippy. And no, she’s not all Rapunzel with hair past her waist. It falls just below her shoulders in baby fine waves. It’s beautiful and I’m in no rush…
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Special Needs — Learning the Lingo
There are universal no-nos that need no explanation. Like the R-Word for instance. We don’t use it. Ever. And telling a parent that you’re so glad not to be in their shoes. Go there and you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of a knuckle sandwich. This isn’t a lecture. Truly. Unless you’re living this…