Noah had a fantastic weekend watching planes at the Rocky Mountain Airport Air show. I could hear him squeal and giggle with excitement. It was the first time he had the pleasure of watching more than one airplane at a time in the sky. Chris and I have no idea why airplanes have always fascinated him so much. He's loved them since the second he spotted one. He searches them out if he hears the slightest airplane noise.
A month or so ago we hung an airplane in his nursery, he watches it every night before he goes to bed. Elmo and airplanes are definitely his first loves. His daddy really likes planes too, so it was nice to watch them have a really wonderful weekend together just bonding over planes. Chris just toted him around all day place to place. His little sidekick in one arm. The two of them are a beautiful sight together. Noah is truly blessed to have such an incredible dad. He loves him beyond all measure.
Noah has taken to a slight habit of occasionally grinding his teeth. It's a bit un-nerving to listen to much like nails on a chalk board that give you that tingle down your spine. Thankfully he doesn't do it constantly, but it would be super if he'd outgrow that. All of his teeth aren't even in yet. He has a long ways to go. He's just my sweet little late bloomer.
Noah seems to be just getting longer by the day. Like a little green bean. He feels like he's getting heavier too! Growing fast, and with each day I'm sure it becomes more and more apparent to people that milestones are missing. I passed the park on our walk the other day and there was a man spraying weeds from the city. He made the comment as I passed him, "I guess I don't have to worry about him playing on the playground with chemicals."
Honestly I didn't know how to take that or even respond. I'm not great with instant comebacks. I usually have to stew on it for awhile before I come aimed with a really smart targeted response. I just politely said "I guess not" and walked on, assuming that he had visually guessed Noah had no capabilities of playing. It doesn't probably help that when you have these little daggers hit your heart that you can really say much at all. What is there to say? Yes Noah is different, but he's still a beautiful human being. And I don't think anyone should count him out, if that playground was special needs accessible like they all should be then you better believe we would have stopped to play, and would have needed his "play ground off-limits chemical warning speech."
Sometimes you'd like to give people the benefit of the doubt and think that they just don't think before they speak. And that they suffer from the "open mouth, insert foot syndrome." But with some I know their words have intentionally been aimed to hurt. There's not much you can do with that except try to distance yourself from all the negativity you can. Noah just continues to smile on, and that's all that counts. He is blissful, happy and content regardless of what his physical limitations are. Didn't matter to him one bit that "Mr. Chemical" blindsided us and said he wasn't capable of playing. It would be so sweet if years from now we bumped into this same person and Noah was on a swing or headed down the slide.
I wish that too for the medical community that they'd be forced to eat their own words: "Noah will never amount to anything." That's because Noah will amount to everything!
"It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters."
Mother Teresa
Love,
A month or so ago we hung an airplane in his nursery, he watches it every night before he goes to bed. Elmo and airplanes are definitely his first loves. His daddy really likes planes too, so it was nice to watch them have a really wonderful weekend together just bonding over planes. Chris just toted him around all day place to place. His little sidekick in one arm. The two of them are a beautiful sight together. Noah is truly blessed to have such an incredible dad. He loves him beyond all measure.
Noah has taken to a slight habit of occasionally grinding his teeth. It's a bit un-nerving to listen to much like nails on a chalk board that give you that tingle down your spine. Thankfully he doesn't do it constantly, but it would be super if he'd outgrow that. All of his teeth aren't even in yet. He has a long ways to go. He's just my sweet little late bloomer.
Noah seems to be just getting longer by the day. Like a little green bean. He feels like he's getting heavier too! Growing fast, and with each day I'm sure it becomes more and more apparent to people that milestones are missing. I passed the park on our walk the other day and there was a man spraying weeds from the city. He made the comment as I passed him, "I guess I don't have to worry about him playing on the playground with chemicals."
Honestly I didn't know how to take that or even respond. I'm not great with instant comebacks. I usually have to stew on it for awhile before I come aimed with a really smart targeted response. I just politely said "I guess not" and walked on, assuming that he had visually guessed Noah had no capabilities of playing. It doesn't probably help that when you have these little daggers hit your heart that you can really say much at all. What is there to say? Yes Noah is different, but he's still a beautiful human being. And I don't think anyone should count him out, if that playground was special needs accessible like they all should be then you better believe we would have stopped to play, and would have needed his "play ground off-limits chemical warning speech."
Sometimes you'd like to give people the benefit of the doubt and think that they just don't think before they speak. And that they suffer from the "open mouth, insert foot syndrome." But with some I know their words have intentionally been aimed to hurt. There's not much you can do with that except try to distance yourself from all the negativity you can. Noah just continues to smile on, and that's all that counts. He is blissful, happy and content regardless of what his physical limitations are. Didn't matter to him one bit that "Mr. Chemical" blindsided us and said he wasn't capable of playing. It would be so sweet if years from now we bumped into this same person and Noah was on a swing or headed down the slide.
I wish that too for the medical community that they'd be forced to eat their own words: "Noah will never amount to anything." That's because Noah will amount to everything!
"It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters."
Mother Teresa
Love,
Noah's Miracle by Stacy Warden is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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