It’s Really Hard to Like the Author
Tiffani Goff, while apparently writing from the heart, comes across as a materialistic, nagging, overly dramatic, selfish, self-aggrandizing snob. As a parent of a child with severe health issues, I understand what it’s like when your child takes over your entire existence. Typically I would empathize. But after hearing story after story of Ms. Goff browbeating or putting down her husband, bragging about her personal qualities or accomplishments, and acting completely out of control with the medical and educational professionals who were there to help her daughter, I couldn’t muster up any more empathy. We hospital moms have all seen moms like this before- those who think that their child’s needs are more critical, more life-threatening, and therefore more deserving of the staff’s time and attention than anyone else. I can’t abide the way she practically boasted about yelling at teachers, principals, aides, and anyone else who refused to comply with her demands as regarded her child’s care. Again, I understand the difficulties of navigating a system fraught with pitfalls, and how completely overwhelming it can be. But I have yet to find a single example of a time that the author chose kindness, patience, or any of her own empathy in dealing with people. The amount of condescension in her words and actions is unfathomable to me. You DON’T have to treat people like that in order to get them to do what you want, and you end up jeopardizing their ability to give quality care to your child when you treat them that way. A theme I sensed a number of times throughout this book was that people should understand what others may be going through, and act accordingly. Sadly, Ms. Goff seems not to be able to take that same advice herself.