*Olivia*
Sometimes, I thought as I stared at my son, all of this felt like a dream. I couldn’t hide the silly grin on my face as I watched him laugh at the cartoon I had put on. It had been one of my favorites as a kid, and I was excited to show it to him.
His adorable dimples on the side of his face were stretched wide as he stared intently at the screen, giggling whenever one of the characters made a funny movement.
All around us were the piles and piles of toys Elio had received over his year and a half of being alive–trucks and storybooks, race tracks and stuffed animals, anything a young toddler could want, everything I had wanted as a child.
I wanted to give him everything he wanted, all the things I had wanted as a kid but couldn’t have. I wanted him to have a better life than I had as a kid.
