From the archives

He was my only child. Sitting small in his chair at the end of the dining room table, not even two years old. We communicated well through a series of special hand signs, sounds, and partial words. He had all my attention most days and things went pretty smoothly. Except this day. Maybe he was asserting himself using his growing independence, maybe I was tired with the new baby growing in my belly. Whatever it was, I was short with him when he was wanting yet something else for lunch. "Just sit there and wait!" I snapped. Sweet boy, he didn't get upset, he sat back in the chair, thought for a minute and raised his little hand and waved, like he was in a parade.

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