We were robbed yesterday. I came home at 1:30 pm and as I walked to the back door, I saw one of the French doors wide open. Let me stop there - for those who know our family, it is not unusual for a door to be wide open with no one at home. My first thought was that my husband came home for lunch and used that door for some reason. But then I saw the glass and got back in my car quickly. I have yelled out loud too many times in the movies as the ominous music plays in the background and the disposable character walks into the dark house with a blood trail leading up to it. I was not that fool. I drove to the front, called Ryan and then the police. At the same time, our new neighbor came out. After I told him what I saw, he said he had seen someone running from our yard at about noon. He had a fairly good description of him. When we finally entered the house, it was a shock for me to see our stuff thrown around. In some rooms, it was like what you see in a movie with dumped drawers
These stories describe our journey with Ben, our oldest son. Ben is a sweet and energetic redhead, born with Rett Syndrome, a rare genetic mutation. My husband, Ryan, and I try to keep up with Ben and his two younger brothers. I intend to shed insight into raising a child with disabilities and pass on the wisdom we’ve earned over the past two decades.