The bullhorn sounded and he was off, swimming his heart out, across a 50m stretch of lake as deep as his arm is long. My youngest, William, competed in his third year of the Race4Chase triathlon in August. When we first applied, I reflected on how I hoped this triathlon camp would allow Will to do something that was entirely his. It would be an opportunity to spread his wings apart from his sister's influence. For siblings of kids living with disabilities, this kind of autonomy is life giving. Back at the lakeside, I was watching Will from a distance and ringing a cowbell like no ones business. Will ran up from the waterfront and we cheered him on. He transitioned to the bike portion and we cheered him on. When he came into view at the end of the bike and transitioned to the run, the final segment of the race, we cheered him on. All the while, that cowbell was clanging. When Will sprinted across the finish line, there was no stopping him (or the cowbell). Thinking about that mome
I watched the movie Ezra with a mom friend Sunday. In short, I commend it to you. According to the trailer note, the film, "follows a stand-up comedian living with his father, while struggling to co-parent his autistic son Ezra with his ex-wife. When forced to confront difficult decisions about their son’s future, Max and Ezra embark on a cross-country road trip that has a transcendent impact on both their lives." If you're curious what I thought, read on and beware of spoilers. 😬 And here are the cast of characters for context: Ezra: autistic son Jenna: mom Max: dad Stan: grandpa and Max's dad This movie tackles a LOT in 100 minutes. . . Hyperbole: To tee it up properly, understand that the events in this film are over the top. If you go in expecting this kind of exaggeration, I think you'll be less flummoxed at how unbelievable it all is and can more readily see yourself and people you know in the characters. The hyperbole serves to get us thinking about the