When one member of a family is identified as having “special needs” the entire unit becomes a “Family with Special Needs.” There is little about how we function that isn’t somehow structured in a deliberate way to encourage the best possible outcomes, interactions and moments for all of us. We have an outdoor playhouse inside so there’s somewhere to climb during all four seasons, ditto the swing upstairs. Around items we don’t want a power struggle the kids each have their own same item, such as their treasured kindles. Yet, to push the goal of sharing and turn-taking, there are several items of which there are one, such as the sled. Don’t let me kid you, there’s plenty of disorganization, too much paper, more than one junk drawer and ample broken toys we haven’t sifted through. You pegged it, normal mayhem. The truth simply is, special needs made our normal mayhem more conscious. One of the gifts in that, truthfully, is that I don’t miss much anymore. I’m awake.