Dandruff and smelly feet?!? That’s a very specific diagnosis, I’m so glad they were wrong.

Ok I’ll bite, how do you know this?

No buts, your hairy breast will do just fine. I can’t imagine what it was like for my parents bringing up their “broken” son when I was but a single digit midget. “The doctors” said it was very possible that I’d never be able to walk normally, have a weak heart, I’d twitch a lot, have smelly feet and dandruff.

I’m happy to say that by the time I left home I walked just fine, my heart was sound as a bell, my feet did not smell and I only had dandruff if I failed to shower for 3 days in a row.

Considering I didn’t miss a grade of school and was able enough to pass the horrendously tight qualifications for entering the US Naval Submarine Force and work like hell for 30 years after I left home at 18…I’d say they did a pretty decent job of it.

You’re situation may not be the same but you’ll do fine nonetheless. All it takes is faith and one day at a time. Ask me how I know this. ;)

Jo; That’s very true… I have to say she was very empathetic when he lost his tooth, she goes through empathetic phases – that’s sound advice – thanks :)

Kylie; Thanks – it’s good to hear stories like that, though preferably stories not involving nutella or emulsion!!!

Hil; Hello :) Thanks for sticking in the comment, I always love it when strangers pop in.

Kirk M; You certainly have fought some fierce battles, I’m in awe of your stamina! I guess that’s what it really all boils down to… strength and support. I dunno if I’d qualify as a great mother, but I’m doin’ me hairy breast :) Thanks for sayin’ so but.

Besides, they’re young yet. If you could fast forward yourself 5 years in the future and take a peep you probably wouldn’t even recognize them they’d be acting so differently.

In my case, I was the one in the hospital the majority of the time over a period between the ages of 6 and 12 with a lovely condition called rheumatic fever. 104 to 105 degree (F) temps for days on end. Made me quite strange for about 6 additional years after that.

My sister (she was younger than me by 2 years) never gave up on me even through the many times I wanted nothing to do with her love and caring, even when I flat out rejected her she stuck with me. And I’m sure my mother was plenty scared there for awhile.

My point is that I made it just fine and I love my sister and she loves me although we still argue like cats and dogs. Puppy Child will show her love for her brother soon enough. She’s has a great mother after all. ;)

She loved her autistic brother more than I ever imagined. It was true, real, and pure. Probably better than she had with anyone else.

Thanks for stopping by my blog. That was some picture. I definitely would have needed a time out after that. One that involved lots of liquor.

My daughter loves her brother and hates him, all day long.

Tell her the secret is to unlock his mysteries, the ones we can’t understand or get to. Maybe she can find the key one day.

Here at English Towers, our ears often ring to the sound of ‘I HATE YOU!’ arguments. But I’m sure deep down there’s some affection there. Probably ;)