I spent a decade of my life working with children with disabilities and their families. We didn't just work. We played, we struggled, we worked hard to communicate, we laughed, we told stories, we cried, we made enormous messes, we cleaned up, we made loud noises and we did not apologize. We loved. A lot.
I was young when I began this work. This background feels like a living part of me, still informing my perception of our world.
This background probably doesn't help me understand this mother's journey. Not the way she does. But, it makes me appreciate it, so very, very much.
If you want a lesson in parenting, READ THIS.
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That was brutal. In a good way. (If there is such a thing.)
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