Would Darth Vader please report to the O.R.?
A time that was filled with all the tension and anxiety of a 6-year-old boy who had already had a pretty tough year was transformed into his favorite hospital moment.
How a grumpy old man cleared the way for me to love my disabled son
Pete altered my perspective on those with disabilities. These were not anomalies of nature, difficult to understand, and best avoided.
Kindergarten, and bicycles, and cruising through the bumps
A bicycle is built from flat-out magic, and if you don’t see that, you need to ride more.
I can’t wait to miss you
Someday, I will wake up. The house will be empty. I will be old. I will stand in the silence and feel that hard, yearning ache for what is no more.
To my wife
Life now is a deluge of work, trips, baseball, whose socks are on the floor, and whose underwear got in the wrong drawer; but this is not our life. These are just moments that happen in it.
The Warrior Child
Isaac has had six casts in the last year, and walked out the door from every scream-filled encounter with the saw ready to tackle the world head-on.
My son’s attempts to navigate a twisted, unfair world
Isaac was about to mine the treasure trove of experience from those who had gone before. His big brothers were going to be the best of what brothers should be.
Including our special-needs child in our rough-housing ways
A disabled preschooler desperately crawling across the floor to reach a doorknob while being pummeled by his brothers isn’t exactly what we have in mind when we say we want Isaac to be fully included in family activities.
He’s a biter
That was back when I had answers. I’d see a child behaving poorly and instantly know how to fix that problem. I don’t have answers anymore; I just have children.
I saw tears streaming from Isaac’s terrified eyes, as the mask was pressed against his face. We were there to destroy the nerves in Isaac’s legs.