![]() ![]() Over the years Dandelion would resurface in my mind, briefly, before drifting away again. One day while visiting a friend who has an older son, the gold colored cover of Dandelion stood out from a pile of books tagged for donation, out with the children’s books to make way for young adult books. Nonetheless it has stayed with me all these years, all this time. I’ve never spotted it in a book shop or on any must read lists of children’s literature. Dandelion does not dominate library shelves. It must have been around second, maybe third grade. In this case it was Dandelion by Don Freeman. But those precious stories we find off the beaten path. Not the list of five hundred books all children should read before kindergarten. Not Where the Wild Things Are or Charlotte’s Web or The Giving Tree or something. ![]() ![]() We all have those childhood books that took hold and stayed with us. That’s what happened one day while reading a favorite book to my son with CVI. Along the way of raising a child with a disability, there are moments when life seems to somehow come full circle. ![]()
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