It is, incredibly, my son’s 10th birthday today. All I can say is …
You read the story about Nico and Hamilton, right? And you saw that Lin-Manuel Miranda liked it? Cause that was pretty, um, awesome. Wow.
.@Lollardfish @washingtonpost Thank you for this. That was my favorite “Awesome Wow” EVER. And our sons have the same Batman jammies!— Lin-Manuel Miranda (@Lin_Manuel) October 21, 2016
It’s been a great year. He’s become a particularly great traveller (so long as we can obtain the appropriate foods, something I’ll write about more this year), a good communicator, and remains extremely emotionally savvy.
As I right, he’s rocking out to the guitar solo in “Black Friday Rules” by Flogging Molly and eating a bowl of cheerios. Later, we’ll celebrate with his favorite things – blueberries, pretzels, fig bars (Matt’s, not Newtons), and orange noodles.
Nico wants to communicate. He wants, as I say, to dance like someone’s watching. And so I write, because that’s what I know how to do. Here’s some pieces, old and new.
- The story of his birth and diagnosis.
- The ‘behind the scenes’ story of how our friends helped us through the rough first days. This piece always … but always … makes me cry. Or at least the original Livejournal posts I link to do.
- I wrote this year about the Indiana abortion law regarding prenatal diagnoses won’t help my son or other disabled people and isn’t intended to do so.