I have a large intimidating binder and a husband who is a lawyer to bring with me to IEP meetings. I send emails to teachers, I have conferences with the principal, I advocate relentlessly even when it makes me uncomfortable. I have become THAT MOM, and I don’t care if people at school don’t like me as long as they accommodate the needs of my brilliant and quirky son.
He was out of the ordinary from the moment of his birth. He didn’t walk until 17 months, and didn’t get into trouble the way his big brothers did. He had a vivid imagination, spending months at a time insisting that he was a pirate named Captain Cutler (one of many identities he assumed), and once scandalized a patron at the local Shoney’s who asked about the stuffed ostrich he was carrying by announcing: “It is the Ostrich from Hell. Its name is Blood.”
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Twice Exceptional Parenting Is Challenging. Here’s Why I’ll Never Change a Thing.
