Those who know this story are probably bored by now, but with Boo I am reminded every moment is precious. Even when she shits down my leg I can think "EW" and "wow she said poop" at the exact same moment. The thought that follows close after is thank the Good Lord and all that is Holy I had pants on.
There have been times when I have been in shorts.
When Boo runs to her sister to get her off the bus I think this is the child who Early Intervention told me might never walk. I rejoice because I can think of not one other person who gets to see their children race towards one another every afternoon at 4pm. Trust me on this, I never raced to get my brother off the bus.
When Boo says "mum" over and over again I never get tired of hearing her voice. I may wish for an indoor voice at 6am but I never shut the monitor off. I lay in bed and think wow she is up to her 20th word in a row. This is the child I worried would never speak and had her entire family learning sign language to help her communicate.
When I walk into the kitchen and find that Boo has relocated the furniture, managed to climb up the chair and is laughing like a loon I think to myself this is the girl they say has poor motor planning skills.
A funny thing happened on the way to becoming a mom...I became a mom of a child with special needs. Not only special but unique. One who five years later science still does not have a true diagnosis, other than unknown genetic syndrome. With a lot of other issues.
A funny thing happened on the way to becoming a mom with a child who has special needs I discovered what really matters in life.