(To read Part 1, go here).

This story about a boy is not just any boy. He is our boy. Our sweet oldest child whose charm is often more apparent than his challenges. I haven’t written much about his struggles here before for many reasons. In reality, people who don’t know him well often don’t notice any issues. In our home, we try to focus on his successes, but his challenges are personal and painful and affect every area of our lives. Parenting styles and choices are controversial as evidenced by the amount of advice we’ve received on what we should be doing differently. Other people often do not understand this boy, and I understand that because we often don’t understand this boy. Understand?

{A Fave Photo of Me}

It snowed that day in March. A baby boy was born and he had ten fingers and ten toes. He was perfect, and he was healthy. Thank you, Lord, he was healthy. His lungs were strong and his cries filled the room. The mother held her baby, and he became quiet and still. He looked around in wonder with big blue eyes and his parents looked at him and wondered how they would raise this tiny baby. They took him home and loved him. How they loved him!

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