A quick thought my wife shared today: "There are days when I really see how hard this boy works to focus his brain enough to hold the spoon and bring it to his mouth with cereal on it, to sit still and put his feet through his pant leg, to bring his face towards his father's and say 'bye daddy.' I watch him trudge off to school so trustingly on the school bus, the noise of the world and the street so hard on him. My love for this boy just slays me."

I have to constantly remind myself how hard C is trying, even when it appears outwardly that he is not. His inability to focus, to settle, to attend, to listen, to respond, is not indicative of a desire to be disconnected, but an inability to remain connected.