Dear beautiful baby,

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One of Case's fans asked a few days ago about what my biggest fear for Case's future is. Honestly, I don't think about it much. I've tried since pre-birth to take one day at a time but I know what it is. My biggest fear for my medically complex, special needs son is that he will feel left out, "defective". I will always be beside him, cheering him on...Telling him that different isn't defective. Different is beautiful!! 


Dear beautiful baby,

After you were born, God broke the mold. No, really. There is no one else like you, anywhere. You were made different. Yeah, different but that's a GOOD thing. You are not weird or odd.  In fact, your differences make you even more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Not only on the outside but on the inside too. When God put you together he placed your parts with great care and made them super special, kind of like Spider-Man's web shooting wrists and Superman's extra strong arms...You see, beautiful baby, he knew you were strong enough to be made just like you are and not be ashamed. Never, ever feel ashamed to be you. Because, you are so beautiful. And, baby once you start to notice you are different then the rest, hold your head up high because when you, BEAUTIFUL you were made, God broke your mold and THAT is something to be proud of. Don't ever, never ever let someone tell you different. 

Love,

Mommy 

 
 
 
 

Comments

  1. UnknownAugust 11, 2013 at 11:11 PM

    He is the sweetest little love ever! He reminds me sooooo much of my youngest boy....they look sooo much alike. I guess that's why your son is so very special....to my ♥!! I just ♡ him!! Thank you for sharing him with us!!

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  2. Linette Whiteman August 11, 2013 at 11:27 PM

    Thank you for sharing, all you children are beautiful.

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  3. TestAugust 12, 2013 at 9:13 AM

    He's so special that Ramsey wore a backpack and cowboy boots all day to be just like him.

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