Eight years ago today, I became David’s Mom, and my life was never going to be the same again.
Various writers, ministers and philosophers have said that God picks certain people to be the mothers of special-needs children. I disagree. There was nothing particularly special about me, until David exploded into my world and gave me some serious parenting lessons that I wouldn't trade for the world.
His journey has not been an easy one, and I may have taken it with him reluctantly some days, but I cannot imagine having walked another path. The things I’ve learned! The moments I’ve experienced – and in ways I never would have seen things before, had I not been looking at them through his eyes.
He’s easy to love, and loves so freely in return. I take for granted sometimes how far he’s come, and how much further he gets every single day. When the world whirls around me and I find myself in the maelstrom, he’s always been good about yanking me down to his level, and making me slow down.
He’s smart, and oh, so funny and a million other things that I’ve shared with all of you that only touch on the tip of the mountain that David stands triumphantly on top of.
Tomorrow, he will celebrate with all his friends and some classmates, and there will be cake and cookies and love. Much, much love. That is the greatest gift of all, and he gives it freely every single day.
Happy Birthday to my beloved David. Keep on going, my darling. I'm happy to be along for the ride.