Upon entering the city council chamber, I had no anticipation of any alterations occurring. My sole purpose was to advocate for funding for the service animal program, unaware that this day would profoundly impact both my life and that of my son, Nolan.
Nolan, who was reserved and relied on a select few individuals, placed his trust in his service dog, Hunter. Some years prior, my husband Daniel had volunteered to care for Nolan while I resumed my professional duties. It appeared to be an ideal arrangement—until I received a phone call from my mother-in-law, Linda, disclosing that she had been covertly handling all the responsibilities while Daniel assumed the role of Superdad.
Linda and I devised a strategy in which she feigned unavailability. Within a day, disorder ensued. Daniel faced challenges with meal preparation, diaper mishaps, and toddler outbursts. Ultimately, he conceded that he had significantly underestimated the situation.
We achieved a harmonious arrangement with part-time childcare; however, the most significant development was Daniel’s newfound appreciation for the demanding, often unrecognized efforts involved in parenting.
