God gave me another tidbit of normal last night. A friend of mine has two sons in need of better schooling and their best chance was with a lottery for a charter school. She had asked me for prayer and good thoughts. I told Shawn about it, explaining the needs of my friend's children, asking him to do the same. As parents who have struggled with school issues ourselves, we were happy to help this friend. I tend to forget that Noah has ears like a bat and eavesdrops more often than not. Last night when Shawn got home, I told him the good news; my friend's middle son had gotten into the charter school and her oldest is third on the waiting list for third grade. Noah said, "That's so great!" I looked at him and said, "You don't even know what we're talking about!" He said he did, so I asked him to explain it to me. Sure enough, he repeated back to me exactly what I had told Shawn! Then he said, "I'm really glad your friend's kids got into the special school because I don't think it's fair when other kids have to suffer and struggle like I did."
Sometimes I want to pull up one of his eyelids, peer inside his head, and say, "Asperger's? Are you really in there?"
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