Being Grateful… Are you?

I’ve been thinking.. about being Grateful…

I am.

Alright,
I’m grateful that my daughter Isabel 

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 Doesn’t have the medical problems that most children with Down Syndrome have. She’s healthy and walking and trying to talk. We’ve made it to 21 months. Safely. I’m grateful for that.

I’m grateful that my son, age 19, has decided to join the United States Air Force and not the Marine’s. I could actually get down on my knees and cry till I collapse just thinking of my baby in the military.. but at least he’s choosing the Air Force. ( A mother’s denial that everything will be ok.)

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I’m grateful that my middle daughter ( age 12) is a good girl. I’m glad we could afford to get her braces on.

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Personally I’m grateful that I woke up again and with courage and help from above I have the strength to carry the things I must carry on my shoulders. If my husband we not a great human being I wouldn’t be able to do it.

I’m also grateful that I had 3 hours to myself yesterday.. and I made a really great necklace 🙂

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I’m grateful. Are you?

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Sometimes you just have to laugh

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She’s calling Daddy because mommy is blogging again.

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I don’t usually blog so personally here. This is my business blog ya know? 😉

But this girl.. Whew. This is my daughter Isabel. She’s 18 months old this month and you can always read more about her on the other pages here but, let’s get an update.

We’ve had quite a time over the last year, Isabel and me. Of course a family always have ups and down’s but Isabel.. and Mommy well we have alot on our plate sometimes.

This past year we’ve made some major decisions with her therapy schedule and how we handle life together in general.

You see, Isabel has Down Syndrome.

Which means therapy. So of course at the beginning of her life I had her signed up for every single pt, st, and ot available. ( physical, speech and occupational therapy) We did baby group. We had play dates.

YUCK.  Not yuck.. but double yuck. We were killing ourselves.

A few months ago we said STOP this madness!

I’ll tell you when the iceburg hit the mommy ship.

I was tired. Worn out actually. My aunt had died of breast cancer May 1st. Another Aunt died of COPD in June. It was funeral after funeral.

Isabel was trying to learn to walk. She was cruisin around and having a good time and we were especially pleased with her progress. ( daddy and me and the other kids.. we were actually tickled.) She was 14-15 months old. We were still in the normal walking window right?

So, We go to physical therapy. And.. To make a very long story short.. he suggested a “baby walker”. Not a walker.. like sit the kid in and have fun walker. But a metal .. help the child with the disability walker. I was confused. I have absolutely NOTHING against anything that will help Isabel. But a metal walker?

So I began to question him.. Does she really NEED this? Is this something that she will have for life.. this crutch?? ( again.. some do.. and I in no way am against that. If Isabel NEEDED IT I would be FINE with it.) But… She was trying to walk already!!!

Long story short.. a mini battle ensued.  We as a family wanted Isabel to have a chance to walk on her own two feet. The therapist wanted to SPEED THINGS UP. We wanted her to have her time.

We no longer go into the center for therapy. We are in a ps2 program that I will write about in another blog or page..

Isabel is running now. Without a walker.

Isabel walks alone. 🙂

Don’t give up.

Never give up.

She doesn’t.

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