A poem I get

I read this poem that another mom who has a child with AMC wrote about her child and my eyes filled with tears. This is a poem I can connect with. She put into words what has often been in my thoughts and my heart. Her blog is also fantastic and encouraging as her son, Louie, is now 5 and is doing so well. http://mymoralesfamily.blogspot.com/

For Granted
By r. morales

Until the day you were born, many things I took for granted.

I assumed you would be able to wrap your arms around me for affection.
I assumed you would grab my finger with your tiny hands for strength.
I assumed you would bring your hands to your mouth for comfort.
I assumed you would touch me while I nursed you.
I assumed you would bring your hands to my face just to remind me you love me.
I assumed you’d lift your arms up when you wanted your mommy.
I assumed you would crawl around the house.
I assumed you would torment your big sisters by reaching up to yank on their hair.

Until the day you were born so many things for granted I did take.

When others stood so easily; You had to undergo surgery just to correct your tiny feet.
When others were learning to crawl; You had to learn to roll around the house without the use of your arms.
When others were standing on their own; You had to undergo constant therapy just to get your legs more functional.
When others were learning to grasp things with their hands; You had to figure out how do the same using only your feet and mouth.
When others were learning to walk; You had to undergo your second surgery just be able to bend one elbow.

But from the day of your birth, each seemingly effortless movement for granted I no longer took and as my heart breaks and heals over again I am blessed to see a miracle in you each day.