Sorry about the long delay in posting. For the last few weeks my attention has been firmly focussed on M, who has growing-up issues of his own. S is currently the easier child, something I never thought I would hear myself say.

When you have a child with special needs, it is all too easy to let that child become the main focus of the family. Brothers and sisters grow up feeling that their needs  have to come second, even though that obviously isn’t the case. We have tried to make sure that M does not miss out on the normal experiences of childhood, aided by good friends who would take him on their family outings as company for their own children and help out with the school run when needed.

But it is a delicate balancing act and I can’t help feeling that somewhere along the way we must have failed…