The siliest things make me ball. I cannot stop crying happy tears when I realize how far my son Sal has come. He has endured some serious challenges from the ages of a few months old, til almost 5. Between, wearing a cast at months old, to multiple bi weekly or monthly series of blood tests, chromosomes and gene scans, ekg, catscans, and other forms of uncomfortable tests and monitors at the ages of 6m to 1yr. From the worry that his growth delays may be extreme his entire life, or get worse, through the guidance of early intervention, speech, occupational, special education, and physical services weekly, then services at school, until now. Sal has overcome all with minimal stress, and an abundance of noticeable happiness. Me and my wife work hard to consistently maintain the push we learned to give him, and I watch him before my very eyes grow into a well behaved, intellectual, creative, loving, socially adept, and active boy. I am so proud of him. And, I am so thankful for my family, friends, and love around us to help us manage it all. Most of the time, his delays are almost unrecognizable. He is rising above it all. One day someone showed me an article that went on to explain how having a child with delays can be like wanting to go to Italy, but getting to go to the Bahamas instead, and it being ok because its amazing, but youll always deep inside hope to get to Italy. I disagree. I couldnt fathom even the slightest desire or need to go to Italy *more than Bahamas* once I been to the Bahamas. If I never had Luciano , and I never got to the authors, so called Italy, it would not even change a tiny thing. Both places are similarly perfect, and would have been perfect for life exactly the same. Salvatore is perfect. I am so proud.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 23:30:32 +0000
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