Yesterday, Jess at A Diary of a Mom wrote a post called Trust, in which she talked about a post called Got Milk at Autisticook's blog. (See why I called this a rabbit hole of a blog post? If you're like me, you'll start following those links and I'll never see you again. It's OK; they're both amazing writers. So bye! See you later!)
For those of you who are still here or found your way back: Both posts touched me deeply. Jess's bologna story at the end of hers reminded me of something that happened just the other day with N (who is in MIDDLE SCHOOL now, you guys...my baby...in MIDDLE SCHOOL). I had meant to write it as a blog post here (as I've meant to do with at least one story a week since, oh, forever) but instead I left it as a comment on Jess's post.
Still, I think it's an important story for me to own here on my own blog, because it is, once again, about how my son teaches me more than I could ever possibly teach him. And while I want to kick myself for being so slow and/or so off so much of the time when dealing with him, I also want to give myself a pat on the back for at least being willing to be corrected and taught.