This morning Wil sat on his bed. He wouldn’t get dressed. The frustration rose in me. The clock doesn’t stop for him. School would start
True Nature
When Wil said, “Walk to the river, Mom,” I left my phone on the countertop, took off my watch and grabbed our mud boots. With
For What They Do
“Wil, I miss you,” popped up in the chat box from Sarah Stommen. Virtual school started back up again a week from last Friday. Wil
With Chocolate chips on top
“Well, you have enough challenges raising Wil.” I write about the challenges raising Wil, so it’s expected to frequently hear that, and I’m thankful. I
Girl Time
Wil sat down on the bench. I sat next to him and watched a droplet of sweat slip down the side of his forehead. It
Getting There
“I need him to hand me his boarding pass ma’am,” the security agent behind the podium said. “Wil, here, please just hand her this pass.”
Stories of Wil, my son, who has Down syndrome 