During the summer, Schuyler is less aware than ever of her disability, which is more than fine with me. Almost everyone she meets is a friend, not a therapist trying to measure some aspect of her skills through contrived friendship, or an evaluator trying to identify or construct phony limits to her capabilities. During the summer, Schuyler is meeting people at the pool, or at her summer baseball programs. Her new acquaintances are made to the sound of splashing and laughter and the croaking of cicadas, which we call "hot bugs" because they seem to be at their loudest when the air is thick with humidity and cartoonish heat lines wiggle up from the pavement.
Schuyler is my weird and wonderful monster-slayer. Together we have many adventures.
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June 24, 2013
Schuyler's Season
Today, at Support for Special Needs:
Good, that's the way life is supposed to be :)
ReplyDeleteLisa
We just visited your blog for the first time and really like it.
ReplyDeleteWe weren't even aware that daddy-blogs existed (no offense).
We're neither parents nor male, but feel really touched by your blog!
Greetings from Europe,
Birdy and Bambi
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