Exceptional children deserve exceptional parents.
Instead, my kids got me. I am the clueless and totally winging-it mother figure to Jack* (8), a high-functioning resident of the autism spectrum, and Charlie* (6), who has developmental delays due to an ongoing battle with cancer. (She is doing fine right now. Although not in remission, she is off treatment and doctors continue to monitor the size and activity levels of her tumors. Keep your fingers crossed.)
Together with their pretty amazing dad, Terry** — an actual Scotsman from Scotland — we live in North Carolina.
This blog is not meant to serve as a how-to for parents, unless you are interested in psychologically scarring your kids for life or getting a criminal record. In that case, take notes.
*not their real names. Their real names are Byron and Margot.
**real name: Guillermo