laughter heals me

Ask any parent of a child with a disability and she will tell you she is tired. Tired of poop on the floor, tired of IEPs, tired of waking up at 3am, tired of restraining their babies to keep them from harm, tired of anxiety, tired of worrying about the future, tired of arguing about food, tired of comparing them to their peers, tired of advocating, tired of meltdowns, tired of medications, just tired.

And then this happens:Mom has a ponytail. Eeyore has a tail. Punkin needs a "tonytail."