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Tim was a singer
What a good voice. The Beatles, Dylan, Jackson Browne but also They Might Be Giants, Beulah, Neutral Milk Hotel.
He knew the words to a thousand songs and he’d sing while cooking or folding laundry or riding in the car. We all loved to hear him sing. Especially his Mom. Lyla never knew the lyrics until Tim sang the song. Sometimes that was a big surprise…
Speaking of Mom.
Tim was a son.
Little Timmy started having some problems early on. Some little, some big.
His verbal and written IQ were very much further apart than the norm. He couldn’t remember faces. ( If you and I met somebody new we’d know who they were when we saw them again. Tim couldn’t do that. He knew friends and family by face, but it took a long time to get it).
He threw tantrums when he was picked on or thought something was unfair.
So Tim’s Mom quit her job to devote herself to Tim.
Lyla did everything. So nurturing and full of love and trying to help every step of the way.
When he was small she drew the longest running post-it note comic book series ever. “Super Timmy” every lunch box for years had an edition. Once I tried to draw one ( Lyla can’t really draw except for a cute cat) and he was outraged that I put a cape on Super Timmy. Then it was Mom all the rest of the way.
Every day she let him feel her love.
Lyla, if there was a Mom Hall of Fame your son would have put you in it.
What a good voice. The Beatles, Dylan, Jackson Browne but also They Might Be Giants, Beulah, Neutral Milk Hotel.
He knew the words to a thousand songs and he’d sing while cooking or folding laundry or riding in the car. We all loved to hear him sing. Especially his Mom. Lyla never knew the lyrics until Tim sang the song. Sometimes that was a big surprise…
Speaking of Mom.
Tim was a son.
Little Timmy started having some problems early on. Some little, some big.
His verbal and written IQ were very much further apart than the norm. He couldn’t remember faces. ( If you and I met somebody new we’d know who they were when we saw them again. Tim couldn’t do that. He knew friends and family by face, but it took a long time to get it).
He threw tantrums when he was picked on or thought something was unfair.
So Tim’s Mom quit her job to devote herself to Tim.
Lyla did everything. So nurturing and full of love and trying to help every step of the way.
When he was small she drew the longest running post-it note comic book series ever. “Super Timmy” every lunch box for years had an edition. Once I tried to draw one ( Lyla can’t really draw except for a cute cat) and he was outraged that I put a cape on Super Timmy. Then it was Mom all the rest of the way.
Every day she let him feel her love.
Lyla, if there was a Mom Hall of Fame your son would have put you in it.
