Mom Sandwich on Rye
We have two kids, one of whom has extreme ADHD. Our other child likely has it as well, albeit in a far milder form and entirely overshadowed by her brother’s extremity.
In the waning days of August, 2012, my wife’s mother died. Honey stayed with her father for a month while I returned home to get the kids ready for a new school year and to manage purchases and renovations to make our house more accessible.
In our 26 years together, her father and I had never actually had a conversation; in late September, he came to live with us…and I became his primary caregiver.