My Son

I didn't know the world that my friends with normal--or, as we call them, typically developing--kids live in until recently. Two and a half years ago, my husband and I adopted our second child, Joey. And as he has grown to be a toddler, every milestone he has reached has been bittersweet--a celebration but also a painful reminder of all the milestones our 8-year-old son Nate has never reached.

Before Joey could talk, he pointed--as if to say, "Hey, Mom, look at that dog over there"--the way kids do to engage you. I flashed back to the evaluation forms we filled...

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