He talks everyday about his birthday, about how he wants a Lorax theme, about the legos he wants, the friends he wants to invite.
He's my happy go lucky kid. My boy with a sense of humor. He's the one that will go outside early in the morning and come dragging in at dusk, covered with dirt, telling about his fun day out playing.
He's my sensitive soul, my very giving child, perceptive, loving, feisty, spirited, and full of hugs.
He's always slipping me cards and notes, little gifts he makes out of random beads he finds. He's almost always so understanding of David and my often preoccupation with him and all the issues.
With that, I confess that I'm pretty sure I've failed him as a parent.
I feel like I don't spend as much time with him as I should. I feel like at times I'm harder on him. I tend to not realize what he may be feeling or go…