Yesterday Wil and I were driving to get his hair cut. Wil always takes my phone, searches what he wants to play on Amazon music. If he diverges from Luke Bryan he’ll say to himself, “how to spell Dierks Bentley” and type it out using phonics. Sometimes this works, and sometimes it leads to frustration … Continue reading Extra Chromosome = Extra Life
Wild Cards & Wild Hairs
Picture day was today. Last night Wil took a shower in preparation, and spent extra time choosing a shampoo. I heard him talking to himself as he smelled each one. “Ewww! Too strong. Hmmm, this is old. Mmmm, smells good.” With his sisters gone to college, Wil can safely use what they’ve left behind without … Continue reading Wild Cards & Wild Hairs
The Cure
My son will not play in the NBA; my son will not invent a new vaccine. My son will not design a software program nor manage your finances. My son will not drive a car nor drive a recycling truck. But my son sang for nearly 4 hours on our drive up north without any … Continue reading The Cure
Processing Time
Wil attended his first taekwondo tournament last Saturday. The environment had the potential of causing sensory distress within Wil. I had been to many taekwondo tournaments in the past with Katherine, as she worked her way up to a blackbelt. There would be many people moving around on the gym floor, and spontaneous announcements over … Continue reading Processing Time
I Believe Most People Are Good (Luke Bryan song)
I saw it in his eyes. He wanted to bolt. If he found a crack in the crowd, he’d force his way through like a flower through a concrete slab. At 5’5” and 155 pounds, clad with big blue noise-cancelling headphones, people would step back startled and stare, walk around and give him space, rather … Continue reading I Believe Most People Are Good (Luke Bryan song)
A Little Can Mean a Lot
Yesterday I went to Wolf's Westside Automotive Service for an oil change. I had been there the previous day to have my tire patched. When I came in for my tire, the front door was propped open, the garage bay doors rolled up, and a refreshing breeze flowed through the lobby. Yesterday was just that … Continue reading A Little Can Mean a Lot
Waves
Wil and I went to see Luke Bryan on his Farm Tour at the Kubiak Family Farm in Fowlerville, MI. We parked in a field, with 20,000 other fans, just over a mile from the stage. I grabbed our bag that Wil stuffed with 2 Luke Bryan pillows, 4 Luke Bryan hats and 4 Luke … Continue reading Waves
Lightweight
Think being light-hearted doesn’t hold weight? Even in serious matters? Just ask the fly who won the vice-presidential debate. Just ask an elementary school teacher how a whisper quiets an entire classroom. Just ask a parent of a child with Down syndrome. When Wil is feeling heavy, he has a hard time getting out of … Continue reading Lightweight