I used to think I didn't want marriage.
I didn't want kids.
What a sense of humor God has.
Parker has been the child I least expected.
Why would I have a disabled child?
What did I ever do to deserve this?
It took awhile to realize it wasn't "done to me".
I'm pretty sure that this was done "for" me.
I had things to learn.
P became one of my biggest teachers.
I am grateful.
This was how P started.
All of 3.8lbs.
Not very healthy.
I was blissfully clueless - just glad they were alive...
We had no idea yet the struggles HE would face.
1996 and learning to sit.
2 years old.
Yet to be defined.
Creating their own normal.
Expressing their own personality.
He was so excited.
His sisters have taken such good care of him.
They'll never admit it though.
So much determination.
Both legs broken.
Both hamstrings lengthened.
Not much in the party spirit.
By next summer we were on a bike.
In Junior High he ran track.
In High School he's wrestled.
He's been on the speech team.
He's now on National Honor Society.
We had NO idea here:
That we'd ever get to here:
The lyrics to the song My Way sum up how I feel about this boy.
Whatever we've asked...
Whatever he's chosen...
He's done it HIS WAY.
To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man what has he got
If not himself then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Somehow P became a man.
He did it on his own.
He created his normal.
And I am proud.