I'm following the journey of so many families in crisis over their children. Some I have known intimately since childhood, some only recently. All of them, however, involve children on one spectrum or another, suffer from one disability or another - and parents agonize about their futures, down on their very knees tonight, hoping and praying for life to look just a little bit different tomorrow.
Our children's disabilities have shaped not only they, personally, but everyone around them, and not entirely in a negative way. Please, please, understand this. What is most chaotic and sad about families like ours and yours and others who I cannot name, is also the most beautiful.
The shape of Us. Twisted, but smooth. Narrow, but strong. Complex, but clear.
"Hold my hand
hold my heart
let go your fears
I will always be here."