Where have the last three years gone? It seems like just yesterday I was sitting on the couch thinking you were never going to come out. Two weeks over due. That is something no mother should have to deal with.
It’s definitely been a wild ride. Everything about you seemed so typical. Everything came easily. Sitting, crawling, walking, all came right on schedule. You eventually said a few words like mama, dada, and shoes. For some reason you lost those and we didn’t know why. We loved you anyways. We knew what you needed and wanted. We knew your queues. You were happy. I never dreamt you would have to work SO hard to get the words to come back. All of the therapy, and working at home has definitely paid off. You’re doing so well. I know we have a lot more to do but, I’m so proud of what we’ve accomplished so far.
So, here we are. The start of a new year. A new plan to help you move forward. Seeing therapists four days a week to help your skills advance. Gym and social groups three days a week to help you interact with other kids. I know all of the work will pay off and you will flourish and be extraordinary. I have no doubt in my mind that you will amaze the world. I love you, sweet boy.
P.S. I hope you made a wish 😘