Dear Sweet Boy,
You’re turning three years old this week. You have spent the last couple days trying to sing “Happy Birthday” to yourself, a precious sound I thought I…or you…would never hear. Each word you utter is a miracle I will never take for granted. Your little voice represents hard work, determination, and most of all, hope.
Three years ago, my heart grieved for you…the innocent little babe wrapped in my arms. I grieved that, even at birth, your future wasn’t exactly clear. Your birth day should have been filled with dreams and possibilities that you could achieve anything and everything you set your mind to.
Instead, that day was filled with more questions than answers when you failed your newborn hearing screen.
Would you ever learn to talk? Would you ever hear my voice? What caused your deafness? Why you?
So many doctor’s appointments followed, and you never had a nap schedule because you were always in the car.
When you were 8 months old, you received cochlear implant surgery. We knew this was a gift, but you only felt pain and didn’t understand why. Yet, you endured it and trusted us even through the hurt.
At 9 months old, your “ears” were switched on, and you began to hear for the first time. What joy to my momma heart. I said “I love you”, and I knew you were finally able to hear it.
Time passed, you spent hundreds of hours of hard work learning to listen, and you became a toddler. A strong willed, wide smiling, little momma’s boy who wanted to swing upside down and hit everything you saw and scream at the top of your lungs for no reason. Those “quirky” habits led to more assessments and more appointments and more therapies to your already full appointment schedule. But, you love your “teachers”, and they love you in return.
Three years ago, I never knew that mundane milestones could bring so much joy:
The first time you turned your head to my voice.
The first time you sat in a restaurant without screaming.
The first time you walked next to the stroller and actually held on.
The first time you put your “ears” back on your head after they fell off.
Everything that’s happened in the last three years has molded and shaped me into becoming the perfect momma for you. You have given me so many gifts, just by being you.
Three years ago may as well have been a lifetime; you have changed me in more ways than you can imagine. And for that I thank you. Happy birthday my little one.
I love you now and always,