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”…