Friday, November 30, 2012
Nine Years (also known as a lifetime)
And a very special little boy was born. December 1st, at 7:40 a.m. The first birth at Good Samaritan Hospital for the month. My baby boy.
It wasn't easy. The complications of being a single parent were multiplied, when unknown to myself, (my family, even my doctor) Aiden was born with bilateral clubfoot. I knew nothing of the condition, but quickly did any and all research I could.
It's been a learning process for all of us, Aiden included, who never dealt with ridicule from classmates up until last year when some of the older kids referred to him as "crooked feet." Children are so readily accepting of others differences, it's always the adults who had the biggest problem with his braces, with his casts, with his bar brace. Children always just wanted to know what they were, they never cared the reason behind them. Adults, are judgy. I was asked multiple times while in the grocery store how I managed to break both of my baby's legs.
Tonight, I climbed up onto the top bunk of his bunk bed with him while I was tucking him in. I watched him button up his pajamas that are about a size too small, watched him arrange his stuffed animals, his pillows, his tissues and his flashlight into just the right positions. I laid down next to him, me the big spoon, and pulled him up close to me, kissed his shaggy hair, and I thanked him.
I thanked him for being mine.