My baby was born almost 6 years ago when I was 30 1/2 weeks pregnant. He was ready, I was not. He is the strongest, bravest, most amazing soul I have ever known. Many preemies suffer from chronic illnesses, or seem fragile somehow. "Fragile" is never a word that could be used to describe my E. Breakable, apparently, but not fragile.
He has been a source of amazing joy and frankly, daily terror, ever since. He has what our OT calls sensory processing disorder. His affected sense is movement and touch and he SEEKS it! He was a climber before he could walk, he rode his bike without training wheels when he was 4 and tried to jump a ramp the same day! I don't think he has ever set foot on our bottom stair, he usually jumps from the 4th step to the bottom.
At the ripe old age of 5 1/2, he has broken both arms, had two accident related surgeries, had stitches three additional times, impacted his front teeth and fractured his jaw, suffered temporary nerve damage in his hand and is constantly covered in bruises and scrapes. He has no pause button. Once the plan is in his mind, it is in motion. And, oh, the plans he has....
So this little hurricane started kindergarten last week. I have been worried about this day for years, holding on tight, making myself sick. And do you know what? He is doing amazing!!! He is spreading those bruised and battered wings and is soaring!!! I could not be more proud!! I know there will be stumbles (literally and figuratively) but today I choose to let go and watch him fly!!!
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