Somewhat ironically, I am spending this summer trying as hard as I can to blend in with the crowd. After years of aiming to distinguish myself, I am now struggling to be the regular mom of a typical family. As long as we can keep up with everyone else, Charley must be holding on. At camp pickup each afternoon, I scrutinize the other moms’ facial expressions to see if they notice anything different about Charley. I pray that when I pick him up at a playdate the host mom will say, “He wasn’t tired at all; he seemed great; it’s hard to believe there’s anything wrong.
