named him Joseph to replace the broad TP (The Pregnancy or Teddy’s
Pal, depending on whether we were with a doctor or talking with the
dog).
Joseph was to be a first child, but he became an only child when we
realized how complex his medical problems were and that his long-
term outlook was uncertain. I’ve written about Joseph a lot over the
years, how his early problems brought us closer as parents and at the
same time exposed key differences in perspective between us (I am
more pessimistic, Jeff more optimistic) and how Joseph has surprised
us by evolving from a near mute, speech-delayed child to a joyful, if decidedly atypical, teenager who talks constantly, loves life and
believes he, and everyone else, is wonderful.
Two essays about living life as an atypical family (atypical child is the
politically correct term for a child with special needs) are “What
dreams become” and “Four tails of a dog and their boy.”