Now I realize that there are many things that cannot be helped, though, there's a night like this.

a mother with a mentally disabled child　

Eleven years have passed since my son started toilet training. He wet his clothes four times today and came home with a letter saying that he should take a diaper in case, which made me feel seriously down. I had been pleased that he could get over the hump at last. But wetting is not uncomfortable for him because he likes swimming. If so, oh well. Thinking that he is a pain in the neck, I'll be happy in the morning again because we have unique ties in the world. From a blog, "Tonton's monologues."

January 12, 2016

from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun