The garden party wasn't the problem. It was too much, too loud, too fast.
Luna's stories don't teach your child to be different. They show a ladybug who feels everything intensely — same as your kid — finding her own way through.
My son melts down at every birthday party ten minutes in, and I never know how to explain it to other parents — or to him.
She goes completely still when a texture is wrong. It's not pickiness. I just wish I had the words for what's happening.
Bedtime books either ignore this entirely or turn it into a lesson about being brave. I don't want brave. I want understood.