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				If the speaker at your commencent names the only troubles of this world as rising interest rates and inflation, if the speaker at your commencent defines success as getting a job in this lurching economy, please know this:
			
					
				“One of the accusations lodged against people who write about their kids with disabilities is that the parent isn’t differentiating their life from that of the child: the child’s suffering becomes the parent’s suffering. And when you have a kid who may be dependent on you for her whole life, I do think there’s a danger that you might conflate your life with hers for way longer than somebody who has a typically developing child. I’m hoping to separate my daughter and me as much as possible so that I will become more incapable of telling her story as she becomes more capable of telling it.”
			
					
				What would you tell yourself a year ago today? 
			
					
				“What if my daughter had a significant place in this world precisely in the body she’d been given? 
			
					
				Adaptive sports programs are awesome! First, they give all kids access to recreation. Second, they help normalize disability for caregivers and families. Yesterday, a little brother asked me if he could take Fiona’s picture for his older brother’s communication app. Fiona communicates verbally now, but we used to do the same for her: get permission to photograph all her classmates so she could talk about them later. Those were among her favorite “talker” words: people! 
			
					
				I ran a race! My first since becoming a mom 10+ years ago. The #RunforRowan 5k was canceled in 2020, then virtual in 2021. It feels so, so good to be with humans again. Human-ing is hard—as is running—but it’s way more fun doing it with others. 
			
					
				There’s a dearth of award ceremonies in our regular-people lives. Made it through a PTA meeting? You should get an award! Responded to your toddler’s gaslighting with a shred of patience? Award!
			
					
				Does life’s resilience sometimes surprise you? That the daffodils burst through after a long winter? That your body can still thrive in its own way, despite chronic illness or maybe just crow’s feet? Today, I watched my 8-year-old bend a model knee back and forth and felt immense gratitude for that precarious joint. 
			
					
				To the Friend Who’s Thinking about Whether to Have Kids: