|Emil at Bug World at the Provincial Museum in Edmonton, 1997|
From my handwritten journal Oct15, 7:30 a.m., 1997:
Just listening to the kitchen chair scrape the floor for one full minute as Emil struggles to situate it perfectly so he can get into it. Positioning himself in a chair is something he has to work at, not like the rest of us, who manoeuvre without thinking.
It’s an everyday, every-meal occurrence around here. My little boy works to do things for himself, he doesn’t complain, he rarely asks for help. He takes his time, eating, washing, dressing.
I wish life could be easier for him, that he didn’t have to work so damn hard at every little thing.