26 March 2009
I like living in my own world. I am happy there. But people come into it and remind me that I can't stay there for very long. After all, there's a real world going on around me so how could I possibly think I could get away with staying there? Don't I see that my one year old son can't hold his head up yet? That he isn't sitting, babbling or rolling (very well)? Do I not notice all the other children every time I go somewhere that can do all of those things effortlessly and naturally? Who am I kidding thinking I can hide away? Someone will inevitably remind me of how my perfect little boy isn't perfect-not that it's done on purpose-it is what it is. I don't care. I love him unconditionally, with out prejudice and with abandon! He is my little man and he IS perfect. He is my gift and I love him just the way he is. Have you seen his smile or heard him laugh? Have you seen his siblings love him with all they are? This is my world and I love it here.