I remember the first time, I was at a dinner and was talking with a friend and my daughter Sarah. My friend asked a question that if answered honestly would make me vulnerable…I took the plunge. A few minutes into my answer my friend either didn’t sense the importance of my sharing or needed to say something and began to talk over me. I stopped talking, swallowed my words and focused on my friend. My daughter slid her hand over and squeezed my hand and mouthed the words, “I see you.”

I have learned from my husband to take a second look. On a drive I see cars, he sees the little girl on a bus with a body that doesn’t work unable to get her neck back in the brace as her head bounces to the side.