I don't usually write a review 66-pages into a book, but either the caffeine from my morning coffee has taken over (not unusual) or I am just too inspired to hold off until the end of the book. I want to believe it is inspiration.
When I was childbearing age, women just weren't very informed about all the things that could go wrong for our babies. Our biggest fear was that our child might be born with some type of physical deformity (i.e., the still-prevalent counting of fingers and toes at birth). Little did we know that the absence of an appendage was the least of our worries. Through massive public awareness, books, movies, and of course "Oprah," we now know more than we even want to about the seemingly endless list of disorders that can impact the life of a child and family - Autism being one of those. It's not that I don't want to know about Autism, I am in fact intrigued by, and have read a lot about Autism, which has not impacted my family, and another similarly tragic disorder Schizophrenia, which has.