Tuesday, January 17, 2012
It seems like yesterday when he was still in PICU. He seemed like an old soul. He seemed to know things I didn't know. He was so fragile, yet so strong.
A part of me was in denial. A part of me was terrified. How was I going to be a good mother? How was I going to help him overcome the many difficulties ahead?
It seemed like I was barely able to take care of myself. My life was far from perfect. In fact, it was so far from perfect that I couldn't imagine what typical life looked like.
Yet I am responsible for his life. I am responsible for his care. I am responsible for his future.
He's made so much progress since then. He is so much like any other kid. Yet he is different. His future is still uncertain.
I must not worry so much. I must focus on the progress. I must celebrate my son.