Saturday, April 10, 2010

Disability Beatitudes

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Noah has officially learned the art of rolling over completely by himself - he has no problems rolling from back to tummy or from tummy to back - in fact he likes it so much that he'll roll over several times in a row - he has learned he is mobile - in some fashion. He finds it especially funny when he rolls and rolls into a toy and butts it with his head. Maybe soccer is in his future. Chris and I feel a bit over the moon about it. Sure it's not sitting, crawling, walking or talking - but it's amazing progress for him. We couldn't be more proud of our little peanut.

We are thrilled with his new skills and know that it's just a matter of time before he figures out the next big step in movement. Along with his new movements his voice tones are starting to change he's babbling more in his own way. Which we think is wonderful. He also has learned to communicate when he wants me to give him his highchair toys, he has his own sound for that. He's very smart, and I think with lots of love and care he'll go so far.

Thank you all so very much for continuing to pray so very hard for out little warrior. He's doing amazing things. God is listening - the angels we've called are listening. I stumbled on this poem and thought it was worth posting:

Disability Beatitudes".

Blessed are you who take time to listen to defective speech, or you help us to know that if we persevere, we can be understood.

Blessed are you who walk with us in public places and ignore the stares of strangers, for in your companionship we find havens of relaxation.

Blessed are you that never bids you "hurry up" and more bless are you that do not snatch our tasks from our hands to do them for us, for often we need time rather than help.

Blessed are you who stand beside us as we enter new ventures, for our failures will be outweighed by times we surprise ourselves and you.

Blessed are you who ask for our help, for our greatest need is to be needed.

Blessed are you when by all these things you assure us that the thing that makes us individuals is not our peculiar muscles, nor our wounded nervous system, but is the God-given self that no infirmity can confine..

Blessed are those who pick thing up without being asked.

Blessed are those who understand that sometimes I am weak and not just lazy.

Blessed are those who forget my disability of the body and see the shape of my soul.

Blessed are those who see me as a whole person, unique and complete, and not as a "half" and one of God's mistakes.

Blessed are those who love me just as I am without wondering what I might have been like.

Blessed are my friends on whom I depend, for they are the substance and joy of my life!!!
Author unknown

Stacy, Chris & Noah