|This is not one of the twins. This is child #3 |
when he was sick awhile back.
Anyway, as I moaned, I remembered my days as a parapro working with mentally challenged children. We often went on field trips and had parties with other classes of mentally and physically challenged kids, some of whom were in wheel chairs and/or attached to all sorts of equipment. One little boy who broke my heart was predicted to live just a couple more years.
I'm blessed to have a healthy family and am grateful, even when I unjustifiably grumble about co-pays and sleepless nights, that, God willing, they will have a normal childhood and adult life.
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