The French Dessert That Is Preparing My Child to Be an Adult — Mother’s Day

My son is very good at math. It’s his razzle-dazzle, if you put it the way his teacher did in Kindergarten. He’s at the top of his second-grade class in reading and, if I may say so, has a fine vocabulary for an 8-year-old. He also has cerebral palsy, a neurological condition that (very) basically means that his brain and his body have trouble communicating. He can read the New York Times, but he walked for the first time at five.

I could crow for hours about how it feels to watch him totter into school on two feet now, rather than wheel himself through the door in a miniature walker, the way he did when he started Kindergarten. He has come so far.



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