“I know, but this is different.”
“Brenda might require more from you than other children.”
“What do you mean?”
Diane hesitated.
“Brenda might require more from you than other children.”
I hated hearing it.
“She’s two weeks old.”
“I’m trying to be realistic.”
She was from a generation where people talked about disability differently. Sometimes badly.
A few days later, after another sleepless night, she sighed.
“I’m just saying love isn’t always enough.”
I told myself she was worried.
She was from a generation where people talked about disability differently. Sometimes badly.
I thought she needed time.
I woke shortly after two in the morning because I heard something through the baby monitor.
Looking back, I can see how often she framed fear as practicality, but at the time, I heard concern instead.
Then last Thursday happened.
I woke shortly after two in the morning because I heard something through the baby monitor.
