What I learned when I took my son, who has cerebral palsy, to get a slice of pizza
And then one day you are in a pizza joint and discover that your boy is reaching the point where you realize he is capable of co-piloting his present—and future. Yes, he has been voicing opinions and preferences for years, but he hasn’t had much to say about his physical challenges until now. And he is telling you what he wants and needs, and you should listen.
I have no idea what it feels like to have cerebral palsy and fingers that don’t easily bend. If Max is telling me that picking up pieces of pizza is easier done from a plate than a bowl, who am I to disagree?
And that, my friends, is the lesson of the pizza bowl fail—and win.
This essay first appeared on lovethatmax.com. It is reprinted with permission.