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When I dream, I hear your voice
When I dream, I hear your voice. The sweet song that will be snatched away by the light of day and eyes awake. You tell me stories of your life, a life that I have never known and will never know outside of eyes closed. You sing tenderly to me as we walk hand in hand. Your body moves like velvet falling over a keyboard. Smooth. Gentle. Quiet. You point to fascinations and exclaim delight. All the words that you require are no longer lost. You are no longer lost. You are freed. We are freed. There are no shackles, no barriers to break. There is just you and me,…
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I do not like being a special needs parent and that’s ok
This morning was just like every other Monday morning. I went into my daughter’s room to wake her up for school. I unzipped the sides of her tent and said, “Good morning sweetie. Time for school.” I reached down to lift my little princess out of bed and she so lovingly stuck her fingers in my eye and scratched all the way down my cheek. Ah, how I love a nice eye gouge in the morning. She then, so sweetly took a fistful of my hair and proceeded to try to rip it from my scalp until I could lay her down and untangle her fingers. Then, I got…
