Five years ago today we sat in a doctor’s office, arriving early for a 9am appointment. Mason was fidgety and nervous. Even at a young 19 months of age he didn’t care for doctors, nurses or anyone related with the staff despite how cheerful they were with him.
His defenses were up at all times.
Rashele had long suspected something was amiss in Mason’s progress. I, the clueless husband, shrugged it off assuming all was well and he was just going at his own pace.
He wasn’t.

6 days down…175 to go??
Like most of you, school started for us recently. Mason is now navigating his way in a mainstreamed class of typical kindergarteners and splitting time in his functional academics class.
Needless to say, last week was a stressful week…. (At least for us parents).
Rashele and I nervously dropped him off each day, ensuring that we excitedly told him about the day that was about to unfold before him.