OK, I know it's not politically correct to use the word retarded. But, what if it were not a "bad" word? What if you hadn't had a negative reaction when you saw it in my blog title? Search your heart. Rethink this. My son has Down Syndrome. He lives in a world in which everybody treats him like he's "retarded." I'm his mom. My son teaches me so many valuable lessons that I am often too "slow" to get. I'm the Retarded (Loving) Mother.
As I looked through your blog I smiled...I lived on Bloomfield for years and saw your sweet son ride his bike with the orange flag all over - up and down Bloomfield, up and down MIlledge. This was back in 1998-2000, married two years with a new baby. Brought back some memories of happy times.
It was good to catch up on him. He always looked happy riding his bicycle.
Thank you so much for your comments. I know it's scary to put yourself out there. I really appreciate your being on this journey with me. You really are brave..
Came over from Mrs. Arnold's blog.
ReplyDeleteAs I looked through your blog I smiled...I lived on Bloomfield for years and saw your sweet son ride his bike with the orange flag all over - up and down Bloomfield, up and down MIlledge. This was back in 1998-2000, married two years with a new baby. Brought back some memories of happy times.
It was good to catch up on him. He always looked happy riding his bicycle.
Marianne,
ReplyDeleteWe will miss you!
But I am soooo glad that you are giving yourself permission not to write everyday.
Write when you can...when you want to...when you have something to say.
And don't when you can't and don't want to.
Your words are always precious and profound.
Love, Kim