Nick's birthday has never been an easy time for me. He has no understanding of the significance of the day. The concept of birthday presents has no meaning to him and it has only been in the last couple of years that he will (not willingly) open one gaily wrapped parcel. Each birthday is a reminder of the severity of his disability. Each birthday is yet another sucker punch to let me know that his development is so far behind his chronological age.
I have spent the last couple of weeks going through hundreds of photos and its been quite a trip down memory lane. Anyhow, I don't want to ramble on.....
Today I choose to celebrate my little boy who has now finally become a teenager... a spotty, hairy, smelly and a long string bean of a teenager. He is gentle, amusing, interactive, loving, innocent, sweet, noisy, passive, engaged and observant. He is my Nick and I am proud to be his mum.
