I am often placed in the position of being teacher. Not by trade. Not by degree. But by raising a child with special needs. My
“I made my call. I did my charity service for the day.” Charity, in its truest form, is an act of unselfish love toward another
November is the month of gratitude, so I thought it timely to share this previously written post on why… I AM NOT GRATEFUL I was
Wil had not slept in his own bed for months. He said he had a bad dream. A bad dream could mean lots of things.
On the day of Wil’s birth, the nurse said he was “floppy” which is a soft marker for Down syndrome. He melted into my chest.
When Wil goes outside, he just goes. Once he’s out there, he figures out what he’s going to do. Sometimes, it’s picking up sticks. Piling