[Part two in a four-part series, delivered weekly. Click here for part one, published January 03, 2015] “They expect me to wipe my own bottom,” my son complained during our phone call. It’s true. He didn’t know how to wipe his own bottom. That was just one of a thousand things he hadn’t learned to do yet; […]

“My son’s been having tantrums,” my husband explained to the emergency room attendant. “No, he has rages,” I interrupted. This was no time to minimize the hell we were going through. Tantrums were normal. Hours of spitting, fighting, throwing things and screaming weren’t. Tantrums end in kisses, cuddles, and promises to be sweet, to have […]