On being a parent

Sometimes, words I read touch me so closely, remind me how far we have to go in supporting parents of children with disabilities, and demonstrate how parents are the only ones who can ever really help other parents, that I have no words of my own. You must just read for yourself.

Here is an extract to give you an idea of it:

"The other parents sat around in the front yard and had a few beers. The kids ran off in different directions, to play on their bikes and scooters and cars, to climb on the jungle gym. You know, the usual. Some moms helped their kids get a plate of food, then helped themselves while their kids sat and ate.

That's what I want. I want to be one of those moms. I want to sit on the bench at the park chatting with the neighborhood moms while my kids run and climb and slide. I want to hand them a hot dog or an ice cream cone to eat while I finish my plate. I want to help the women preparing food and cleaning up in the kitchen while the kids play in the other room. I miss those simple things."

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