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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What if my son, the boy who has puzzled everyone, has helped to save my life?
Two Black Parents of an Undiagnosed Child Walk Into a Meeting: On Race, Special Education, and Our Son’s IEP
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.
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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 have no desire to live forever. But what I would give to return to adolescence and do it over, even once! To kiss who I wanted to kiss, not settling for her brother.