I am down in the dumps. I am not at ease. I am trying to manage my feelings and concerns about my toddler’s latest appointment with the developmental pediatrician. I tried to give myself a pep talk, listen to gospel music and take a walk, but nope. Still blue.
No parent ever wants to hear that something is wrong with their child. Parents are like superhero’s sworn to protect and serve their children. We will go to war; go broke; go gray in the service of our children.
I have been here before. This battlefield is not new.
I remember the feeling of going to war for my first child. At the age of fifteen, I started noticing things that were changing in the way that she behaved. I spoke to her school counselor and mentioned my daughter’s weight loss. She made note of my concerns and then brushed…
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