Today was Andy's 15 month check up. Let me share with everyone what we discussed:
He's no longer on medication.
He receives 4 therapies, 8 times a week total. We are increasing to 9.
His tone is reducing.
He's verbalizing.
He's gained a few ounces.
He's healthy.
And that's all. No talk of "milestones" or other measurements that try and push one child in front of another.
I am not ashamed. I am proud. I am not in the "milestone" rat race, and I do not believe that another parent is better then me because their child can hit those "milestones" that mine cannot.
Those "milestones" don't make the parent. Just like they don't make the child.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Praying for patience
Many, many years ago, I read where someone (on the Internet) wrote that if you were going to pray to God for something (a new car, better health, etc) to have the most success you must pray for the improvement of yourself or others (increased skill at work, a doctor's knowledge), to achieve your goal.
I was very impatient and easily aggravated. The most logical request to pray for was patience. If I could have just a bit more patience, I could accomplish anything and have peace within myself. I would meditate on this for hours. Some of you may remember when I chose to give up anger for lent; all of this in hopes of finding the patience I sought.
It was not until I gave birth to Andy, that I fully received my request for patience. Now I have all of the patience I would need. I have the privilege of practicing my patience everyday, as I care for a child who acts like a baby far longer then one typically would. Long gone are my expectations, and I can find happiness in everything, and take happiness from each day being the same.
Last night I had a dream that Andy said Mommy. Even if my dream never comes true, I will wait with patience.
For my little drummer boy:
"Aaron's heart was filled with joy and love. And he knew at last that the hate he had carried there was wrong. As ALL hatred will ever be wrong. For more powerful, more beautiful by far than all the eons of sadness and cruelty and desolation which had come before, was that one tiny, crystalline second of laughter. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
I was very impatient and easily aggravated. The most logical request to pray for was patience. If I could have just a bit more patience, I could accomplish anything and have peace within myself. I would meditate on this for hours. Some of you may remember when I chose to give up anger for lent; all of this in hopes of finding the patience I sought.
It was not until I gave birth to Andy, that I fully received my request for patience. Now I have all of the patience I would need. I have the privilege of practicing my patience everyday, as I care for a child who acts like a baby far longer then one typically would. Long gone are my expectations, and I can find happiness in everything, and take happiness from each day being the same.
Last night I had a dream that Andy said Mommy. Even if my dream never comes true, I will wait with patience.
For my little drummer boy:
"Aaron's heart was filled with joy and love. And he knew at last that the hate he had carried there was wrong. As ALL hatred will ever be wrong. For more powerful, more beautiful by far than all the eons of sadness and cruelty and desolation which had come before, was that one tiny, crystalline second of laughter. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
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