i was very ill and hospitalized with stress induced anorexia nervosa. Thirty pounds later, I am two weeks away from possible full custody and I have missed half of his little life. If anyone ever calls me overprotective, I will kick them. Hard. I will be posting letters to my son written during the last heartbreaking two years, if only to expunge the sorrow from my now happy heart. During this absence i fell into a coma for a month due to respiratory failure and was not expected to live. Obviously, I did – and every tiny hug, every “Mama”, every tying of a tiny sneaker makes my soul rejoice. God bless you, William James Maxwell. I love you more than life itself.