Validation and a Miracle

I remember when Abram was born. I was working at St.Lukes Hospital and I hadnt yet been diagnosed with depression, bi-polar or PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). I had very minimal exposure to children with special needs so I really didn't know what to expect. I remember that I was going through a particularly hard time because I had memories of what had happend to me but I hadnt told any of my family. We recieved word that Abram was born and was flown to the Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia. The night before we went down to Philly Pammy and I stayed over at Joni and Buckie's. ( I think our wood floor was being refinished so we couldn't be at the house.) Any way, Pammy and I were sharing a bed and we were laying in bed talking about things from when we were growing up. I finally got up the nerve and told the edited version of what I remembered. I remember her saying that she believed me because Clifford Demery was a very troubled kid. It felt so good to be validated.

When we got down to Philly we went straight to the hospital. I remember seeing my Abram for the first time. So innocent , so pure. I knew that he was special in so many ways. Lori set me up to hold him for the first time. She put him in my arms and I looked down at him and I remember feeling for the first time in a long time a quiet peace. I felt purpose.

Now a days Abram is 10 years old and we are the best of buds. During the summer when I was staying with Mom & Dad over a weekend I took Abram on a Rita's ice run and we had a blast.

What can I say He keeps me young at heart.