For most of my life I had lived with clear black and white labels, rules and guidelines that predicted my path and guided me. But now I had given birth to a son whose labels were not black and white, but gray and blurred. Because of his uniqueness his labels prevented me from understanding him. Staring at them, straining my eyes through the haze, searching for clarity, they felt like a hindrance. I feared the box and labels that would ultimately define my son, but I feared his uniqueness even more. He seemed so vulnerable and fragile floating outside the box all alone in his difference.
