edit: true "conversation" with Nathan this morning. Mom: "Nathan, you need to turn your bedroom light OFF during the day, it costs money to use electricity." Nathan: A man of few words points to the top of his dresser to his piggy bank and tells me where I can get some money ... he's gonna keep his light ON. Mom: "I'm gonna unscrew your light bulbs mister!"
Cognitive Impairment! Phooey! I hate labels ... whether they be on the back of my neckline scratching my skin ... or put next to my child's name in his school file. Labels do not always convey specific details ... For example: the label in my shirt doesn't say, "wear at risk of being annoyed" ... and the label Cognitive Impairment leaves little to the imagination that my child has a heart as big as the state of Texas and a smile that goes from ear to ear. It also doesn't mention the fact that each morning when I wake up my little mister will smother me with pats on the back and hugs around my neck, nor the numerous times a day he reaches up to give me a kiss. I think I'll change his "label" to read, Mr. Sunshine! That is a more exact description.
Photos: Nathan spreading some "sunshine"