These words are a beautiful expression of an insight into a world a lot of people outside of that world still struggle to understand
We all want our children to grow up to be hurricanes, storm chasers, Gods of thunder and movers of the earth. We pack the love notes into their lunchboxes, sign permission slips, shuttle the carpool, do all this knowing so much is out of our hands, that once they leave our eyesight anything could go wrong. We wait for their return, fingers pressed to countertop or hovering over cell phone, eyes on the clock, anticipating the valleys of their voice as they spill out all of the day’s adventures, discoveries, heartaches, denials and successes into our ears.
No one wants to receive the call, wants to hear what happens when your childs brain is the electrical storm, what happens when the world turns all humming glass and scream pitch, the first time the body contorts and thrashes as the minds synapses unbridge themselves and brainwaves become jumping needles. One out…
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