Here's me at 12. My mother knew I was on the cusp of adult life and had a special portrait taken of me. Similar portraits of my siblings also exist.
I had no idea at the age of 12, that I would become a disability advocate due to my sons diagnosis of Cerebral Palsy.
Fast forward 30 years ahead, and here's our family at my son's 17th birthday gathering.
Note the joie` de vivre and hope and natural enjoyment in everyones posture. The simple, crazy certainty in my youngest sons roar of happiness, and our joint knowing, that a good life lays ahead.
Two years later, despite being told it couldn't be done, our son had a government funded unit, and money to pay for around the clock care. It didn't come easily. It entailed many tears and tantrums. But we got there.
I always believed I had a purpose.
I think this was my purpose.
Happy 24th birthday Mr. A.
We're so very proud of you.