I'm about to write a sentence that I never thought I'd write without feeling a pang of sadness. The Lodger is extremely excited for Christmas (that's not the sentence, I'll let you know when I write it.) He, as usual, has it all planned out in his mind with the backup plan of "I know things can change.' The plan has a lot of detail but it's this line that makes me, of all things, smile. 'Mum, after we see what Santa has left. Oooo lego for me, hopefully. I'll go to the kitchen with Dad and help him make Christmas breakfast' There's the line. Help him make Christmas breakfast. The Lodger is equally as excited for Santa as he is for Christmas breakfast. Now, don't get me wrong, all breakfasts and meals are exciting in this house but when I've been talking to the Lodger about Christmas, his excitement for helping Dad make Christmas breakfast is joyful. I never thought I'd say that. This is The
Our life with our son The Lodger, who just happens to have Prader-Willi Syndrome