Battles against terminal illness, anxiety, and life!

Through Our Eyes

He shrugged his shoulders and gave a noncommittal, “Who knows.”  Hmm…I’m guessing I know who covered his face in yogurt as if it would give him superpowers.  He makes me laugh to nearly tears with his witty quips and silly faces.  In our eyes he’s just your average three-year old.  Our little miracle.

In our eyes, there is no drool, just a face in need of being wiped.  In our eyes there is no speech delay, just a different way of speaking.  His speech is, in fact, not delayed.  It’s difficult to understand and slurred, not delayed.  Delayed implies he can catch up.  Nope, in this house we learn to speak Bradenese.  In our eyes, there is no motor delay.  There are just sneaky chairs and toys that jump out and trip you.  Consider yourself warned, they are pesky little creatures.  In our eyes, there is love and acceptance for eccentricities.  If only the rest of the world could see our child through our eyes.  What a different world we would live in.


Comments on: "Through Our Eyes" (2)

  1. 🙂 I have a fierce love for the orphan, the underdog, and the one that the world looks down on or gives up on. It may sound crazy to a lot of people, but the more I read about your little guy, the more I love him and your family. I feel a little like Sandra Bullock on Miss Congeniality when she’s threatening the terrorist planning to hurt her new friends! 😉 Praying for you guys.

  2. Teri Little said:

    Becky, that was wonderful…in our eyes, our A-T kids are just fine the way they are.

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