Penny and I went to a birthday party yesterday, and I met another mom. She said, “I have a child with special needs, too.” She pointed out the window. “My daughter is ten. She’s the one with the walker.” Over the course of the afternoon, I found myself watching this woman’s daughter, whom I will call Abigail. Abigail fed herself pizza and meatballs. Abigail’s body looked like spaghetti. She could crawl, and walk with the walker, but she couldn’t navigate... Read more