As I read the following quote, I felt the feeling you get as tears start to well up in your eyes and you know soon the computer screen will become a bit more fuzzy. Perhaps it is because of the many plates I am currently trying to keep spinning without breaking them all at once, or perhaps it’s just the familiar worry that acts a haunting lullaby in the back of mind when I watch E move constantly, or perhaps it’s just what it is a moment in time where I feel a bit scared about the future for our precious baby girl. Either way, the screen is fuzzy and I just wanted to take the moment and make it positive. To say, that it’s ok that we can’t just lie E down in her bed for a nap and instead must tie her in a chair with what appears to be the entire animal kingdom or that gagging every day time after time, or moving all the time and not making consonants when she babbles is all going to be ok. We are just different and that makes her special and what will happen will happen but today is the day where to be silent about it is to let the fear harbor in my soul and let the haunting lullaby become overwhelming loud in my ears…so with the help of HDT, I found something that brings me and hopefully some others comfort as they sometimes struggle with the phrase…”why can’t we just be like everyone else” and the answer is, you can’t because you are special.
“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are?
We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”
- Henry David Thoreau
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