Unspoken vows

I have been told some of the most flattering, uplifting, and kind compliments over the last year. Many people have told me what a wonderful mother I am or that my son is extremely lucky to have me as his mommy. These words are very encouraging and I tuck them away for the days when I’m not feeling so awesome. Yes, I’m thankful and flattered but I’m also confused.

Confused? You may be wondering why?

I’m confused because I feel that I’m not being any more special or fabulous than you. I’m just being his mom. You see, when I first laid eyes on my boys I gave them my unspoken vows.

I vowed to love them beyond measure. I vowed to keep them healthy and safe to the very best of my ability. I promised to hold them as they were crying and I even assured them I would put band-aids on skinned knees…even when there really isn’t a reason for a band-aid. I promised to read bed-time stories and take long bike rides; I promised to hug and kiss them all my days.

I will never forget the neurologist appointment that changed our lives. I held my son and looked in his eyes and I made hundreds of promises to him. I held him tight and placed countless kisses upon his forehead. Each kiss a new promise. I promised to fight for him. I pledged to be his voice. I promised to help him achieve every milestone possible, no matter what. Gazing into his eyes I made an oath to be the very best mommy.

So, he may be lucky. I don’t know? I’d like to think that every parent would do the very same. All I know is come hell or high water, I made commitments to him. Every morning, I renew these vows to him. Every sleepless night. Numerous drives to therapy. Immeasurable number of kisses. Endless appointments. Each tear. I pledge to fight and never give up. I’m not backing down.

No way. Not ever.

Currently there is a gofundme campaign to help bring our son to Intensive Therapy to help him reach his milestones. Please go to this link and help us share our campaign!