Two days before our 19-year-old autistic son Mickey leaves for sleep away camp, he asks to get a haircut. No big deal, right? But 15 years ago this would have been unthinkable.
How much easier would our lives be if these little people didn't have permanent megaphones attached to their mouths, or if they knew when they were being wildly inappropriate?
Your perception of time and your relationship to it changes. For context, I have four children, and am a widower.
It's funny, I never thought of the restroom as a sanctuary, but now that I have a baby, that place has become the closest thing I have to a man cave.
Parades have various political and cultural significance, but one grand stroll carries solemn religious meaning mixed with ostentatious displays of fashion: The Easter Parade. Wouldn't you love to sashay down 5th Avenue in New York wearing a festive flower garden and a mile of ribbon on your bonnet? I would.
Anyone lucky enough to share his life with you should accept you as you are, knowing that his life will only improve with you in it. You will contribute to his happiness just as he will to yours. I am passing no burden on to him and he is doing me no favors by marrying you.
What I want most for our graduates is not blind adherence to external measures of achievement, but internal character defined by a drive to maximize self, combined with a genuine empathy for others. And that, of course, is the essential message of Passover.
You made me a mother when you went to the NICU and I was so scared and everything was surreal. I feared I was missing out on some kind of bonding, but of course I was a mother now and we would bond.
I have spent my boy's childhood behind the scenes. I have spent it in kitchens and laundry rooms, in bleachers and ballparks, classrooms and carpool lines, grocery stores and waiting rooms.
Having a child who feels so deeply and infers things at such a tender age is an amazing experience.
She woke up early in the morning before the dawn of light and started cooking a large pot of oatmeal. As she cooked, she put a fresh stick of butter on the table to soften for spreading on our toast. In between warming a bottle of milk for the baby, she managed to put on a pot of coffee.
When his sixth birthday rolled around, he was going through a phase where restaurants were too loud, too dark or too much fire (it's amazing how many restaurants have candles, pizza ovens or openly visible grills). The pressure was on to come up with something special.
Two different parents reached out to my husband and I at the school to let us know their children wanted to help Thorin. I got the feeling I was going to be asked to write college references for these kids someday.
No matter how much I believe that my grief is silly or my grief is selfish or my grief is self-indulgent, my grief doesn't care. I can squash it down for a while, or tuck it away in a corner, or rub it raw with my joys, or scrub it clean and sparkly, or run far away from it, but for some reason I can never seem to rid myself of it, not completely.
I want you to know that you matter. I want you to see past the simplicity and perhaps the overuse of that statement to the heart of what it means. You matter. Your ideas, your talents, your dreams, your wishes...they all matter.
Before you make the choice to complain about the adoption of your child or someone asking you about it -- think again. Your child is watching you and will follow your lead. Not only will you define your child, but also yourself in his or her eyes. What do you want your words and actions to say to your child?