Brayden is six years old today. I cannot believe it. I still call him my baby boy (in fact strangers still call him a baby when he is in his wheelchair...not sure how they think this long boy can still be a baby...). He is spending his birthday at school (hopefully on good behavior).
His birthday is not about celebrating the day of his birth, I choose not to reflect much those dark first days (really first years). It is really about celebrating we have made it six years. Celebrating that he is healthier and happier than he has ever been.
And the boy is happy today...I tried to grab a few smiles this morning as he was leaving for school.
Did I think we would make it to six? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. The doctors scared us often and made his future seemed so dim and that no matter what his age, he would not be able to do much (one doctor was even shocked when Brayden moved his arms...I was shocked that the doctor was shocked). We did not know what life would be like with a severely disabled child that could not talk, walk or even eat. Who imagines that for their family? We could barely function in the moment so thinking ahead to potential birthdays or milestones seemed impossible.
Wow, he is six years old! This little boy has changed our life in so many profound ways over his six years. We cared for him, prayed over him, cried over him, held him, rejoiced for him for six years. Oh how deep this love is. We thank God for such a precious gift and having us be his parents.