"Don't like booboos, no....."

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"Don't like booboos, no. Don't like no hair. Don't like hospital, no."-Case 3 1/2 and acutely aware of his differences, tired of booboos, tired of hospitals, tired of surgeries, hated having his head shaved for the Cranial Vault Repair......just done and finally able to vocalize it. Two of the hardest things about being the mom of a medically complicated child is hearing how medically complicated your child will be/is and watching your child realize it... For the last few months, he's been noticing he's smaller than normal, he's fed up with constant vomiting and he wants to do all the typical things a three year old can do. He can't tumble due to brain malformations, he can't ride the fun rides at the park due to his abnormally small stature, he can't play contact sports when he grows....and the list goes on. Things he doesn't know he'll never be able to do yet but we'll need to tell him some day. This. Is. Hard. But not impossible....He will understand, eventually that great rewards come with his great strength. He is wise beyond his years. For all the can'ts....there are a thousand cans. He CAN walk. He CAN speak. He CAN grow, develop and thrive mentally, emotionally and intellectually. He can love and feel love. He CAN breath, LIVE and live abundantly. He CAN change the world. Change how people view disabilities......It will take time for him to see that. The hard times will be hard but the blessings will flow....like they always have. God bless this baby. Help him to see You and Your AMAZING WILL. We are loved and we are blessed. Thank you for sharing this beautiful journey with us. ❤️





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