Another year has gone by, and that always means I have another reason to look back and be grateful for progress. It has been a long journey, and it has been the absolute most challenging and most rewarding one I have ever had.
A few of you have been along for the whole journey, from the days when I had a baby that didn’t want to be held and one who quit responding to the rude remarks from complete strangers in doctors offices.
I remember the days of retrieving socks and shoes from the floors of Walmart and twin boys coming home from school in full meltdown mode, destroying my home, throwing furniture, because they were completely overwhelmed and therapists were always in our home.
I remember a baby rocking back and forth, flapping his hands, completely in his own world so far I never knew if he would ever communicate. When he finally did, I wondered if he would ever look at me when he spoke.
There were lines of cars, lines of books, lines of everything I owned, from one end of the house to the other. Bicycles were upside down, the wheels spinning in the air. Toys were laid out on the ground, children making loud explosion noises and never once touching one. Holes were knocked in walls.
I can go on and on.
The thing is, you never know where this journey is going, and you always hope for the best. The best is sometimes not being hit with food your 6 year old is not fond of at the dinner table, but it is the little things that make it all alright.
This was not an easy journey, but it is one that changed who I am forever, and for that I am grateful. It will probably always be me, Matt, and Sam, and for that, I am also grateful.
Here is some of their progress through the years.
I hope you enjoy it.