When is the last time you let your child do something for you? That was rolling steadily around the inside of my brain this weekend, like the last marble rolling around, filling my headspace with the rattle and knock of something-not-quite-right. In my heart. My to-dos. My soul. My kids.
Special needs momming is a full-time job, and the business model is super complicated. I spent Tuesday at the psychologist with Ruckus, working on a round of updated evaluations.Wednesday I was in Atlanta again, from dawn to dusk for Mozart’s day with his health team. It was planned and