I tend to cry at my kids birthdays, although I'm happy and proud- I feel they grew up too fast and that I have "lost" another year...
This year I'm getting ready for a waterfall...
10 years. My special, one of a kind, magical son is 10!
No, we didn't know it when he was born.
Yes, it took us years to understand.
Every year we had a different "adventure"
Oxygen tent....
Speech therapy...
Sports Therapy...
Eye physical therapy...
Psychologist...
Therapist...
We finally diagnosed him at first grade at age 7.5 and looking back I can't believe it hasn't been 3 years yet...
He has done so much work and progress, still mire to do but we are definitely on the right track.
This year my tears (bring me a bucket) will be of joy!
Thank you for choosing me, thank you for being my son.
Thank you for making me a special mum!!!!