Mommy’s Birthday Gift

Today is my 31st birthday. TJ’s “gift” to me was coming into my bedroom this morning at 6:40. Crying. For some reason, he’d convinced himself that he’d missed my birthday, and he was very upset. He then came into the room again – for some reason I can’t recall – at 7:20. He returned at 8:00 to get Daddy out of bed. (Mommy gets to stay in bed later. It’s good to work at home.) But I wasn’t exactly doing much sleeping. Sigh.

At least he told me “happy birthday” this year. He wouldn’t say it at all last year until after my birthday was over.

Christina Gleason (976 Posts)

That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.