There are a few things that virtually all parents who have a child (or children) with disabilities have in common, and one of them is this: we spend time in waiting rooms.
A great deal of time.
Ugly waiting rooms full of uncomfortable chairs covered with institutional mustard-colored vinyl. Beautiful waiting rooms, softly lit and filled with home-like furnishings. Waiting rooms that are well-stocked with clean toys and waiting rooms that contain nothing but two ancient copies of Golf Digest.
I don’t care what they look like because I have learned to love waiting rooms.
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