Now that my vision is not blurred by tears, I want to say that this book is wonderful. It is life affirming and persistence personified. I love the way the author opens up about the family struggles of raising a child, who looks so right, whole and healthy, yet whose behaviors and speech make it quickly apparent that this child is different in some way. I never realized that FADS behaviors were so challenging. I ignorantly thought that FADS just caused cognitive disfunction. Now I know differently. My child did not have a diagnosis of FADS, but rather ADHD and possible ODD, along with Dysgraphia and unspecified learning disorder. I remember well the soccer team of 5 year olds, who lined up for drill, spaced so closely together that my child soon discovered the hilarious, (only to my child), game of leaning back against the child behind and taking down the whole line, like a row of tumbling dominoes. This did not go over well with the other parents or coaches. One irate mother even yelled, “ Don’t you take that! Shove back!” I was mortified, and angry that an innocent game, though very disruptive, should be met with such venom from another mother. T-ball games resulted in only sitting in the outfield playing with the dirt, grass, rocks, bugs, and anything but the ball. Group sports were definitely out! To read a book about the honestly shared joy and despair, angst and sadness that such disabilities in children bring to families, especially the mother’s view, was cathartic for me. I am glad that this book is informative and may lend understanding to the parents with children that don’t have these struggles. Other children, with or without disabilities, each have their own struggles and I would not want to say which is harder. Life is hard sometimes, but worth it. I in particular, felt like some of these stories mimicked my own. Only a really good author is able to invoke such a response. Well worth the time to read.