What Keeps Me Up at Night: How Do I Meet My Son’s Needs If I Can’t See Them?
This is where, for me, motherhood divided into ‘Before’ and ‘After.’
Lethargic. Racing heart. No food. Only water. No fever.
We can see you at 9:30.
Befoe, McSweeney’s Before
I am fine, my boy is fine, we are all fine.
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Not knowing happens to all mothers, and to all of us—if we are breathing, we are without escape from things we can’t know.
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As a mother, I’ve had to ask myself: What would never getting an answer, or even no longer expecting an answer, look like?
How many days had we spent asking the same questions of God or doctors? How long had we wrestled with conditions that didn’t yet exist?
I’m not just advocating for a child whose challenges don’t follow a script. I’m also a black mother advocating for my black son in a room full of people who don’t look like us.