My Different-Brained Son Is Like a Piece of Art

When someone asks about Michael, here’s how I describe him at this moment in time:

When you walk into the Museum Of Modern Art (MOMA) in New York, there are pieces of art there that have moved me at a visceral level. Michael, to me, is like a painting that deserves to be hung in MOMA. He moves my entire physical and emotional state with his energy. Michael is like experiencing full grief and full joy all at the same time. It feels like he is brooding with paradox, and you’re fully in it when he’s with you. His colors are so intensely rich, they almost take your breath away. You want to step away because of the intensity, yet something keeps pulling you back in so you’re left confused and tired and exhilarated.

Now, that might seem like a far-fetched description of a child, but that is my absolute truth. I am an artist, and I have been to the MOMA in New York, and I literally started crying at several paintings. I am moved by art on many levels. That is exactly how I feel about Michael.

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