My Mothers Day

As I whined previously on last post about ping-ponging weight I forgot to show you what I am most thankful for in all this world and beyond:

My son came into this world January 30, 2001 (he wasn't due until May 6) weighing 1 lb 1 oz and dropped to 15 oz when his father cut the cord.  He has battled countless surgeries in order to not be blind and to walk. As I have stated before he has cp but has overcame so many obstacles that doctors placed in his path..."he will never walk, he will possibly be retarded or autistic, he probably won't be able to speak, he won't be able to attend regular school" and my favorite when I had him evaluated developmentally at 2-years-old "he is going to be extremely low-functioning, I would imagine you should expect an IQ of around 50" (60 is labled retarded.) As I mother I pondered all these things, cried bitter tears for awhile, then something inside me clicked and I knew I would take him as far as I could and maybe prove them wrong. After continued tears and a mother pushing her son to do his absolute best no matter what his "best" was:

He walks unassisted and sees pretty good with his glasses;
He has always had a very deep, low, gravelly voice due to the scar tissue from tubes down his throat at birth (my dad says he sounds like he drinks a fifth of scotch and smokes a pack of Camels a day) but he talks our heads off;
He attends regular school in a regular classroom and no special classes, happens to be in gifted reading, having some problems with math but so does his mom;
His IQ is off the ricter scale for his age (I sent a copy of this this past year to the psychologist that told me his IQ would be 50 with a note that said "fuck you...")
He is muscially gifted and plays guitar, drums and now begging to play piano and is a rock music wizard;
And not a day goes by that I am so thankful and proud to be his mother...I love you son,