None of this was in the baby books or my English books or the novels and poetry that had formed the substance of my thirty years of existence.

But the great thing about being a parent, especially to a child with special needs, is that it makes you a lifelong learner.

It redirects your attention in all manners and at any given time. It makes a right-brain like me a little more of a lefty. I am a teacher and a writer and a mother and a nurse and a home chef and a physical therapist and a psychologist and a shaper of one very special kid’s future. I am a renaissance woman.

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