I also knew that it was going to require an incredible amount of work – on the part of his talented and dedicated teachers, his devoted parents, and Edgar – and that no small pill, crushed twice a day into a teaspoonful of applesauce, was going to do the work for us or for him. It was simply going to give him a chance.
Fast-forward 18 months, and we have a child who reads at home, reads at school, reads in the car, a child who engages with books and empathizes with characters in ways that make it look easy.
Sandwiched between two brothers who do not know firsthand the struggle of ADHD, and for whom so much has been so easy, Edgar has arrived. He has earned this moment.