Nearly 30 years ago, we went on a vacation with my two little boys to Sanibel Island. We chose a pizza place because, why not? But the pizza they served was, of course, different from our pizza at home. I remember watching with dismay as my oldest son, Nat, who has fairly profound autism, took a bite, scrunched up his face, and said, "Vacation" with angry tears in his voice.
In 2013, on a particularly challenging morning, my coffee machine broke right after my son was diagnosed with leukemia. I was utterly exhausted and scared, needing that caffeine boost to manage my emotions and responsibilities.