In 2010, I married the handsomest man in the world. Ten months later, we welcomed the handsomest baby in the world. She didn’t ever cry, laid peacefully in bed, and cooed adorably when we talked to her. As she aged, she continued to not cry and continued to lay in bed happily until, at four months of age, our pediatrician informed us that she ought to be able to hold her head up by now. This was the start of our journey through the world of therapies and special needs with our daughter, Anneliese. She’s got the most precious personality, and is warm and cuddly. She also has autism, and finds it hard to get around. Her intellectual development has been a challenge, and at this writing she is four years old and I can’t tell if she calls me mom or not. We communicate using sign, ipad, and singsongy tones that I think mean, “I want you” and “I love you” based entirely on the length of time we’ve used them consistently and the times at which she uses them. But mothers are biased to believe their children can do many things that others don’t see. This is the corner of the world where I share with you the opportunities and challenges she has given us, and I hope that it helps someone else out there sort through the challenges of special needs as well.