|A photo that has bugger all to do with the words in this post!!|
I've retyped my opening sentence a dozen times. The words will not come, at least they aren't as eloquent as I need them to be, therefore I shall plough on saying it all badly....
I've just finished reading Little Cotton Rabbits post today and I feel like I want the whole world to read it, especially the plea at the very end.
Many of you may have read that Big Cuckoo struggles due to a rogue gene. He has a degree of learning difficulties that affects every element of his developement. He does brilliantly despite this, he really is quite inspiring. Every milestone is eventually reached, only it is much later than his peers. But I do worry about him, I worry about his health and his future. Every day, like Julie, I grieve for the future he wont have that his brothers can take for granted. My feelings are echoed in the post I have just read but I am grateful that the things I deal with daily are nothing in comparison. So very grateful that my son will more than likely have an adulthood, that on the surface, is not so different to other men. I am truly grateful for that. Grateful for my special son and all the opportunities he will have because he is so lucky to not be more crippled by his condition.