My little guy is three today.
He made his entrance at 10:21 am on 10/21.
These three years have been a blur for me. He spent the first few months of his tiny life dragged from evaluation to evaluation for his older brother. The revolving door of therapists in our house is not an anomaly, but a normal way of life.
And now they come for him too.
The mommy guilt around the third child is tremendous. We have photos – I know we do. But they aren’t up. Or out. They are in file folders on various computers and memory cards.
I even forgot to order his birthday cake on time this week because I was dealing with a crisis with his brother.
The best birthday gift to me came this morning.
Tim put two birthday hats on his head. Lewis started to laugh. And said:
“Mom! Daddy has two party hats on his head!”
Clear as a bell. A full complete sentence. Correct use of sentence structure. Spontaneous and unprompted.
His IEP is set. We have a wonderful plan in place to keep this progress going. His speech sessions start Monday. I see nothing but a bright future for him.
It’s all good from here. This year will be magical. It has to be.
Happy Birthday to my little buddy. Let’s go have some cake.
“Three is a magic number,
Yes it is, it’s a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.
The past and the present and the future.
Faith and Hope and Charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number.” – Three is a Magic Number from SchoolHouse Rock