In robotics, my son had found his “thing”, an organized activity which he enjoys and in which he excels. The only unsolicited information I get about his days at school is when he updates me on the progress of his team’s robot. On the team there are coders, builders, and drivers. “I’m a coder,” he likes to remind me.
I felt so disappointed for my son in his inability to excel at baseball. I had simply concluded that he lacked talent, and that was that. Of course, I would cheer him on and encourage him as long as he was interested, but, I assumed, the writing was on the wall. I pigeonholed him as “not an athlete”, just like me. Knowing now that it is quite likely that his vision was at least partially to blame for his trouble is a humbling reminder: our kids are not just small versions of ourselves.
Dee Dee Blancharde abused her daughter Gypsy for more than two decades. She did so with the sanction and encouragement of medical professionals. Predictably, Gypsy is being required to pay the price.
Go watch Catastrophe because it is very funny and very good and, also, very real.