Facing My Fears as a Dad-to-Be With Cerebral Palsy
The dinosaur skeleton is massive, looming over the small room in the museum. My wife and I aren’t the only adults there, but we are the only ones without a child (well, that’s not quite true, our child remains tucked away in the womb).
In front of us is a couple with a small child. The couple looks about the same age as us (late 20s or early 30s), the kid maybe two or three. He asked his dad to lift him up so he can better see the huge dinosaur. The dad does so, and there’s much cooing, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sharp claws and giant teeth.
I look at them and think: will I be able to do that for my daughter?