happy birthday, sweet boy
five years old. when people told me that time would fly with my children, they were entirely correct...I cannot believe we are at the five year mark.
for hunter, we are at the 3 1/2 year mark from the time we started our journey into a land of unknowns, a land of labels, diagnoses, IEPS, and paths that attempted to lead us to answers.
from the pdd-nos diagnosis to the pandas diagnosis, we have gone on with our lives in the attempt at recovery. the pokes and procedures, the appointments and diet modifications...all done in the loving attempt to bring back the little boy that was given to us as a gift from god above.
we are still thankful for that gift; however, some of these blessings have been masked with raindrops on this road. the tears have attempted to heal our broken hearts and our tired minds, constantly seeking an answer to the unknown.
and now that we have reached the magical age of five, the year that I told myself we would have our little boy look in our eyes, truly look in our eyes again, I can't help feel a little sad that we are not where we hoped to be.
five years of age can be a year of firsts...first time in an elementary school, first time to take those training wheels off of the bike, first time to lose a tooth, first time to play on a sports team.
for our son, this year will hopefully be the first time we will be able to say that we have recovered our son. we hope to be able to reintroduce him to friends and family, who will tell us, "it's like he never had autism."
we are near the end of our journey. we are under the care of the best of the best, and there is no turning back, no room for second guessing or contemplating...for what we wish for when he blows out those candles is to have him back.
happy birthday to the strongest, most resilient, most persevering five year old I know.
Birthday Morning....
for hunter, we are at the 3 1/2 year mark from the time we started our journey into a land of unknowns, a land of labels, diagnoses, IEPS, and paths that attempted to lead us to answers.
from the pdd-nos diagnosis to the pandas diagnosis, we have gone on with our lives in the attempt at recovery. the pokes and procedures, the appointments and diet modifications...all done in the loving attempt to bring back the little boy that was given to us as a gift from god above.
we are still thankful for that gift; however, some of these blessings have been masked with raindrops on this road. the tears have attempted to heal our broken hearts and our tired minds, constantly seeking an answer to the unknown.
and now that we have reached the magical age of five, the year that I told myself we would have our little boy look in our eyes, truly look in our eyes again, I can't help feel a little sad that we are not where we hoped to be.
five years of age can be a year of firsts...first time in an elementary school, first time to take those training wheels off of the bike, first time to lose a tooth, first time to play on a sports team.
for our son, this year will hopefully be the first time we will be able to say that we have recovered our son. we hope to be able to reintroduce him to friends and family, who will tell us, "it's like he never had autism."
we are near the end of our journey. we are under the care of the best of the best, and there is no turning back, no room for second guessing or contemplating...for what we wish for when he blows out those candles is to have him back.
happy birthday to the strongest, most resilient, most persevering five year old I know.
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