To the mama at the earliest screening for the kid-friendly movie

I see you. And, probably, I get you. I figure you’re probably like me, torn between wanting to have nice family activities and fearing public meltdowns. Maybe you made the plans a few days ago, and maybe you even dreaded coming after solidifying the decision. But some sense of normalcy… the luxury of simply going to…

Kicking and screaming and emotional trucks

This morning, I woke up Gideon for school. If I have to wake up Gideon, he’s TIRED. He resisted, of course, and borrowed under his seventy-some-odd blankets that he insists on sleeping with. I dragged him out by his big feet. He struggled against me, seeking the darkness. I pulled on those ankles, those long…

Hearing loss, not joy loss

After weeks, months even, of rejoicing in milestones and victories, I was reminded. After months of unneeded therapies (okay, not ALL the therapies), I remembered. Oh yeah. You have this syndrome. Not that I forgot, really. Just forgot that there were still things to rule out, stones to turn over. We know it’s a “mild”…