They were a fabulously full term pregnancy followed by a 24 hour delivery gone wrong that resulted in Sean (right) being head injured and suffering a TBI and Tim (left) being born second and breech, going without oxygen during delivery. I am thankful we all survived it, as Tim almost didn't. They have to work hard to do the things most take for granted. Their birthday used to make me sad, thinking what "could be", what they would be like, what our lives would be like, had things happened differently. I used to wonder about that all the time. I don't wonder about it anymore. It's called peace.
They are mine and I am theirs.
I love how on their birthday, they always check to see what the other one opened before going to the next present. I love how they never ever forget to say thank you...for even the smallest thing, and I love that they are always so happy to share in everything together...
So, you are now turning 11. You make my homeschool a magical place. You give it dragons and trains and knights to go with our princesses, and dolls and teaparties.
See that smile on my face? That's joy. The joy that only a Mother can know. Because I am your mother. I am yours and you are mine. We sometimes endure comments and attitudes from very unhappy people. We choose joy; because we know that they don't know any better and that we cannot do any better. So we are happy with who we are, what we have, what we can do. We are thankful.
So, Happy Birthday boys. We love you. You are 11. You work hard everyday. You are valued. You are loved. May your birthday wish come true.
It may be your birthday, but the gifts have been mine.
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