May, 2004
Jacob has a friend from school who was in his special ed class. This little guy spent the night but could not get comfortable or settled down. WE had to keep remaking the bed on the floor, piling more and more covers until he finally got comfortable and fell asleep. While he was sleeping, he wet the bed. Not a big deal, except that he didn’t tell me. The five blankets beneath him and his pajamas were left on the floor – wet – for most of the day.
Needless to say, I was feeling a little cautious about having him stay overnight again. This little guy is also having a lot of emotional problems and has been leaving strange messages on the answering machine. One time he left a series of messages to the effect that if Jacob did not call him back immediately their relationship was over. Odd for a 9 year old.
When he called asking to come over and stay again, Jerra piped in saying that she read 80% of serial killers used to wet the bed (don't know if there is any truth to this).
Jacob immediately defended his friend saying, “ Mom, he doesn't even eat cereal - his mom is on that same kind of diet you guys are on. She thinks cereal is bad for him.”
The Story behind the Stories
When Jake was three, he was diagnosed with a nasal encephalocoele which required brain surgery. Ever since then, he has struggled to catch up academically, but his heart is one of the purest I have ever known. Because his brain didn't process well, he never learned stranger anxiety and most of the time doesn't fear anything. I started these as a way to remember all the things he says and does that are so very different from my other children. The aftermath of that brain surgery has been ADD and epilepsy, which he has also taken in stride. He is a joy most of the time, I only wish people could appreciate his uniqueness and spirit, rather than wanting him to fit into a mold.
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