Like a lot of people who write about special needs parenting, I get asked for advice by new parents. Honestly, I’m a little surprised by this, since much of my writing, including the better part of my book, goes into great detail of exactly how poorly prepared I was, and probably remain, to take on the task of successfully raising a daughter with a disability. I like to think I make for a good cautionary tale, but I feel woefully inadequate to the advice-giving gig.
When I think about it, however, I do feel qualified to give one piece of advice. It’s the one I’ve had to make myself follow time and time again, and yet it’s also the one I’ve always been the least comfortable with. With apologies to delicate sensibilities, I share it with you now:
Forgive yourself when you fuck up.