I turned into a rock. Tiny, hard, scared of everyone. The woman who visited our home asked my children if they felt safe. Like they could be taken away. I barely felt my body anymore. After she asked questions, I watched the woman back out the door, smiling, apologizing. She felt sorry for us. She said she couldn’t think of anything more we could possibly do to help our son, our kids. The nanny, the therapy, the special rooms, special toys, special music, special yard, home-school teacher, seemed like more than enough. She made me feel great. Isn't that funny? A visitor from Child and Family Services made me feel great. She told me I was a good mom.
LOVE THEM, AND LOVE THEIR PARENTS, A LOT, ANYWAY.