I write this letter to you, with hopes that these words will someday lift you up.
I hope to look back and find hope in my own words, even when I feel down and defeated.
You are now a whopping four years old, and curious as ever.
You are always asking your daddy and me 100 questions.
Your inquisitive mind is always running 100 miles a minute.
And you know what?
I absolutely love it.
I love when you try to teach your younger brother, Theodore, right from wrong.
I love when you tattle on your older brother, Aaden.
But lately, you have started asking questions on why you can't walk like your brothers and friends.
You have asked, “If I eat ALL my food, will I walk like Theodore?”
You have even shared your fears about starting Pre-K and not being able to play like the other kids do.
My sweet baby boy, if I could only steals these thoughts and questions from you.
I knew these questions would come one day.
I knew you would one day notice that not every child like you has a wheelchair.
I even knew that you would notice how much harder it is for you to try walking, compared to your younger brother.
What I did not know, was how to answer these questions and inquiries.
There was never a playbook for mommy to turn to when I was stuck.
Do I be completely honest with you?
Or do I bend the truth a little, because I want you to still be hopeful and have faith?
To this day, I still don't have all the right answers.
I don't think I ever will.
But I take it step by step.
Day by day. Question by...question.
I tell you that even tho you may not walk like the other kids and your brothers, none of them have a cool, super fast wheelchair like you!
I tell you that God made you a little different and because of your scar on your back from Spina Bifida, you have to work just a little bit harder to stand tall or walk.
I instill hope that your friends and brothers will all see the good in you, and won't leave you behind.
And even though somedays I feel like I am doing it all wrong, you give me little hints that maybe I am doing it right.
Like when I walked in on you explaining to a young child that your wheelchair was to help you so you wouldn't scrape your knees all up on the floor.
So I encourage you to keep pushing, keep asking, keep educating.
We are in this together and we will both learn so many new things along the way!