so serious they make me sick:
hear "your child has autism."
look in my mom's face and see her eyes not recognize me
put any of my dogs down
see my dad without my mom
look for John on a freeway somewhere
sit in a hospital emergency room over night
on a more comical note:
wear plus size jeans again
work retail or with the public
dishes for the rest of my life (can someone please promise me I will get a real dishwashing machine someday?)
be a substitute teacher
pick up dog poop
1 comment:
You are so much bolder than I. A lot of our fears overlap, I'm just to scared to put them to the page. Love, love, love reading your 30 days.
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