How My Daughter’s Greatest Challenge Became a Gift
My firstborn didn’t smile for months after she was born. She didn’t laugh or interact. But she was very aware of her environment—watching, with somber brown eyes, everyone who crossed her path. Because of this visual and auditory stimulation,
Can’t See The Pine Cones For The Logged Trees
Covered with an awning to protect her from the unseasonably warm sun, my three-year-old sat inside the stroller like a mini Queen of Sheba. She wanted to know what the yellow thing was in the field (a combine) or the