Not going to relive the dirty details today. The weeks leading up to today, every year, are always a little anxiety producing. A lot of traumatic memories flooding back, memories of confusion mostly, then worry, worry, worry. Anger, frustration, fear, but mostly confusion. Someone please tell me what's going on???
BUT, finally, when the day arrives, I am happy, excited for my boy to complete another year, thrilled that he loves a good party, especially when it's for him. Happy for him that he can enjoy cake and frosting, even if he doesn't eat full meals. Proud of him for all of the amazing progress he has made, thanks to a lot of hard work, a wonderful village of support for him, and a big F-U to the doctors who only saw the ongoing list of obstacles he would face. In those first few weeks, only one doctor acknowledged his potential. He told us we have a long road ahead of us. Thank you, doc, for not going on and on about what he won't be doing, and instead being up front and empathic, acknowledging that the road, albeit long, is still there, laid out in front of us and waiting for our first steps.
And so we continue down that winding, hilly, dippy, circular, colorful, fascinating, beautiful, aggravating, hilarious, messy, surprising, exhausting, celebratory, thankful road.
Enjoy some cake, Harrison. xoxoxoxoxo
