One day not too long ago I didn’t know if my son would ever speak. One day not too long ago I didn’t know if he’d like hugs, kisses and being tickled. One day not too long ago I didn’t know if he’d ever be nice to his brother and become friends with him or anyone else for that matter. One day not too long ago I wasn’t sure if he’d be able tohandle water bring poured over his face, hearing loud noises or many of the other sensory issues he struggled with. In fact, one day not too long ago I didn’t know if he’d be diagnosed with the big A word that no parent wants to hear.
Now I can’t keep him quiet. Now I can’t give him enough hugs and kisses and tickles. Now I can’t keep him away from his baby brother. Now he has friends. Now he takes baths and washes his own hair. Now he is so far from the big A word that it isn’t even an option of a diagnosis.
This time last year I took him to his first day of the early education program with our school. He cried. He sobbed. He was so scared. He didn’t want me to leave him. Fast forward a year and now I’m the only one crying that I had to leave him. I cry now. I cry because I’m so proud of him. I cry because I’m so thankful to God for his miraculous turn around. I cry for the free therapy/school program we were blessed with. I cry because I learned so much about his diet and how that affects him. And I cry because he is growing up and I can’t stop him.
Today was bittersweet…but more sweet than bitter.
I love the boy he is. He is my world and I wouldn’t want to live in any other world than in his and my other son’s.