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Once we were in the tent, I would safety pin the zipper, so it could not be opened. Mark had not mastered opening safety pins, let alone in the dark! Continue reading
“He want?” he implored of Mark.” “I want!” assured Mark. And there would be this short high school kid walking around the store eating a hot dog. “He happy,” Gene would say, “He happy now.” Continue reading
Patty, the physical therapist and I would crawl around the floor around him and move his arms and legs in a crawl sequence called “patterning” so he could see and “feel” the rhythm. Continue reading
He took his time deciding to join us, He was giving us the tutorial for raising him on his own terms, and in that, Mark was very clear. It was his life, and he would realize it on own time. Continue reading