Archives for the month of: July, 2017

I really did not think about writing a children’s book.

Until my beautiful son Michael, who is our youngest child, asked me some pretty big questions about his sister, Elizabeth.

He knew his sister has special needs and he knew about her therapies.

He knew that he worked pretty darn hard each day.

And he knew that he needed to help her sometimes.

But he asked the big questions:

So he sits down and begins dinner in one place.

I look over at him and he has moved.

He has fidgeted his way to the left edge of his chair.

I remind him to move back to where he started.

I look again and he has now moved forward in his seat so that he is SOOOO close to the table.

Again, I tell him to readjust.

He does— for a moment or two.

Sometimes, this is how dinner goes.

 

Because my son, Michael, fidgets.

He is the most wonderful little man around and he needs to move.

So when I was asked to try this

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