Communicating with Wil is an incredible experience. Though he has been in speech therapy since he was months old, he has always been one savvy
“Look at me, Mom.” Wil held a sandwich close to his mouth and nibbled bit-by-bit. “Look at you. Such a cute, little mouse.” “Ugh, Mom,
Wil ran up to me, then reached into his pajama pants pocket. He pulled out an adhesive mustache and stuck it under his nose. “Look
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
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.