Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Other One

One might think I only have the one child, Rojo, my child with special needs. One might be wrong. Although he is the one I primarily write about, the one I give 90% of my time and attention to, the one whose sleep/eating/school/life schedule dictates mine, he is not the only one.

The other one is my daughter, a soon to be 18-year-old, graduating senior. The other one has one foot in high school and the other in college, one foot in childhood, one in adulthood, one foot in our home and one foot out.

Although the minute Rojo was born (or actually from the minute I became pregnant with him), her life changed forever, she will miss him. He is her normal. He’s the only sibling she’s had, the only way she’s known life to be really, he, and all his issues, is the way we roll.

Perhaps the thing I’m most excited about for the other one as she begins college in the fall; is that her life will be her life. 100%. In college she won’t be the other one. She’ll be THE one. And I hope that chapter in her life good and long, that magically time of life when it really is, and should be, about her, her, and only her.


  1. You are a wonderful mother and she is a terrific big sister. I can't wait to hear about her adventures as she spreads her wings in college. She will do amazing things.

  2. Brings tears to my eyes -- bittersweet ones -- looking ahead to my two sons' departures one day.