My son took this picture, I was watching my kiddos play in the street. My daughter has never had problems gaining friends, she’s easy going, sweet, sensitive, and played well with others.
I have always been overly protective of my second child, my first son. He didn’t play the same as other children, he didn’t speak like other kids. His own sister doesn’t understand how to play with him.
But he was playing with the neighbor girls, they were allowing him to join in and pretend to fix their bikes, he loves to act like he is fixing the tires. He doesn’t talk to them, he doesn’t play the same game as them, but they are kind and allow him to play his own way.
When we got my sons diagnosis he was freshly three, wasn’t speaking, was lining things up, was color corrdinating this toys, we didn’t know what to expect from the genetic testing.
When you are told “retardation” is a factor in your sons diagnosis, that hits you like a ton of bricks. Knocks the breath right out of you.
My first son, the first grandson, my boy was suppose to be the all American boy. He was gonna play baseball, get dirty making forts outside, he was going to be all boy.
Reality is watching him play with the neighbor girls was the best part of my day. I love all my kiddos, each one of them is special in their own way. But I fear for Logan’s future, I fear for school, I fear for after schooling is over. I don’t know what god has planed for him, but I know he will do great things.