What a Middle-Eastern tree taught me about my disabled son
One of my greatest fears is trying to push him somewhere he physically can’t go. Like that sports dad yelling from the sidelines, but at a disabled child who literally cannot do what is being asked.
My special needs son and his art of subtle manipulation
As a 2 year old, Isaac had already learned that toddler eyes and a toothy grin could achieve his goals faster than his arms and legs.
I didn’t have what many would call a “typical” childhood. I spent a portion of my youth as a missionary kid in Nigeria.
It is enough
I cannot stop my sons from making catastrophic decisions. I cannot stop terrible things from happening to them. I can only do my best, which is far short of covering all the dangers this world presents.
Side by side: victory and defeat. Part 2
We try very hard to spread our love equally between our sons. Because of Isaac’s disability, he naturally gets more attention. It is hard to compensate for the reality that one child just needs more.
Side by side: victory and defeat. Part 1
At some point he would need to decide that he was no longer a passenger on this journey. He had to decide that he wanted to walk.
Details. They get you every time
Over time, he’d use his crutches more and more, eventually not needing his walker at all. We’d implement the transition in a week. That was the plan.
To love what I’ve got, I had to mourn what I lost
The dream died quietly, unnoticed. While we raced from appointment to appointment, it sat neglected in some dusty corner of my mind and slowly faded away.
That was awkward . . . and good
I know you don’t know what to do. Nobody does. Just roll with it.
That was kind, and generous, and beautiful. Please stop.
Underneath those coke bottle thick glasses lenses and ear to ear grins is a level of grit and determination few of us ever have to summon. People are inspired by that, and they want to do something...