I love you, I really do. Well, most of you. Some of you are righteous tools. You know who you are. You're face is all puckered up right now and you are crafting an email to me in your pea brain. You're going to tell me I make Kate more autistic by letting her watch TMNT or some such shit. You might even be getting so riled up that you're going to call me a terrible person. I am not entirely sure what my offence is but it probably has something to do with poor parenting. The most heartbreaking part of this is that Kate would adore you. She would never judge you for judging us. She would run to you with open arms and ask you to play turtles. She doesn't want to poke you in the forehead and scream: "What is wrong with you?" like I do.
Surely you'll have no complaints about this one? A slideshow of my family. I am tired of it. A tiny number of you can be such bags and you're always harshing on us. If you want to read about sunshine and lollipops you're NOT going to get it here. I work very hard to share our reality. I can't dress it up or pretend because that would not be fair to Kate or any of us.
I'm telling Kate's story because she can't and I want to make sure she walks through the world with as many people on her side as I can possibly get. I am fighting to make YOU understand that she rules. To the VAST majority of you that are amazing. Carry on. To the haters. STOP talking to me 'cause you're just gonna get a big middle finger and maybe even a visit from one of Kate's friends and TRUST ME, she has MANY!
Look at those dolls. It's your pleasure!
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
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Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)