Five years ago, Namine had her second club foot repair surgery.
Tonight was our last practice of the father-daughter dance before the dress rehearsal.
Namine and I had our first dance practice together.
Namine showed me that she won’t let fear rule her.
We spent Easter at Jessica’s sister’s house so our girls could go egg hunting.
Physical therapy is not fun. It’s hard work — tearful, painful work. Namine is a hard worker, but even she has her limits, so Jessica and I do what we can to make it enjoyable.
The dark underbelly of the special needs community is the dislike of the label of “special needs” itself. That, combined with the fact that many able-bodied people are writing and speaking for disabled people (both by professionals and caregivers), can be a recipe for disaster.