Over the past 8 years I have watched my child struggle. I have seen him fight. He has had to work so much harder than other kids to achieve the same milestones. He has had surgeries. He has had MRIs. He has had countless hours of therapies. And through all of that, he has trudged through with the brightest and most beautiful smile. It has always been inspiring to me to watch his strength and spirit develop. That smile, that shine has dulled over the past several months. It breaks my heart to see frustration, anxiety, and annoyance take its place. As a therapist I am always feeling like I…