Managing Editor's Note: As always, it's our children who show us the way. We're here not to save profits, prove a point, protect a herd or be a pain in someone's ass (although that feels good sometimes, doesn't it?) We fight the uphill battle every day for our kids. From toddlers to adults. Thanks for sharing this, Barbie. I got this post yesterday, but we were swamped, as you know. It's good to remember why we work so hard.
By Barbie Hines
Today is my baby boy’s seventh birthday. I remember every second of his birth. That day is, and will most likely always remain, the greatest single day of my life.
We started this morning will a two-hour meltdown. My poor boy is having tons of pain and discomfort these days.
While we have a wonderful and caring doctor trying to help us, we have not yet solved this new round of pain (has it been three months of daily pain now? Four months?). He is nonverbal. He is not potty-trained, anymore. He cannot attend school. He cannot have friends his own age. He cannot ride a bike. He cannot participate in sports. He cannot tell me if he has a headache. He cannot dress himself. The list could go on and on.
He is the person I admire and respect most in this world. Not because of his injury. Not because he is completely defenseless. Because he is simply amazing.
In spite of his pain and discomfort, he is the kindest human being alive. He can light up a room with his smile. The people he loves are well aware of his feelings, notwithstanding the lack of language and social skills. He can read. He can swim. He can run like a gazelle. Random acts of kindness are a daily occurrence for Jimmy. He will give a treasured belonging to anyone who is sad. He will stroke someone’s face that needs cheering up. He is gentle with babies and cautious around elderly people. He wants and tries to please everyone. He is forgiving of crabby individuals. He has seen people give him annoying glances and say unkind things about him, yet he doesn’t strike out at them. He simply walks away, sometimes having to drag his jaw-clenched, spitting mad mother along with him. He has taught himself daily living skills that his parents forget to teach him. He values his family above all else, unconditionally and irrevocably. He has a wonderful sense of humor. He is maturing and becoming more independent in everyway he possibly can. He never gives up. He is confident enough to do whatever makes him feel better, or whatever makes him happy, regardless of what others may think of his seemingly odd behaviors. He is not dramatic or high maintenance. He has taught his parents to be more patient, more open-minded and more forgiving. He has taught his sister to be accepting of all, and to enjoy it. He has improved our family in so many ways.
He is everything I wish I could be. Happy birthday, Jimbo.