Our newest grandchild arrived at the end of January. She’s 8 1/2 pounds and 20 1/2 inches of pure snuggle sprinkled with dark, curly hair. Because her parents and brother live in the apartment below us, we see and hold her almost every day. Her life thus far has been free of special needs or disabilities, other than tummy distress and a nasty diaper rash after her mommy ingests soy.
Even so, her tiny presence continually brings to mind 4 truths I wish someone had spoken into the whirlwind of our son’s special needs diagnosis in the hours after his birth.