One year ago today I picked up the phone and
after the customary pleasantries heard this simple sentence, “We found something.”
Just three little words, sixteen letters,
that transformed my life. In that
surreal moment I began to morph from the mother of a child with correctable
special needs into the mother of a child with permanent special needs. Once my new reality set in, my perspective
changed completely and I started hoping for things in a different way.
I hope
someday Rex tells me he hates reading because it would mean he’s learned to
read.
I hope
someday Rex comes home with a speeding ticket because it would mean he has
learned to drive.
I hope
someday I can think Rex’s girlfriend all wrong for him because it would mean he
is in love.
I hope
someday I can worry about how to pay the college tuition because it would mean
Rex got accepted.
I hope
someday Rex asks for help with the rent because it would mean he has moved out.
I hope
someday Rex and I have a pointless discussion because it would mean he has
learned to speak.
I hope
someday to stop frequently for bathroom breaks because it would mean Rex is
potty-trained.
I hope someday
Rex will break his curfew because it would mean he’s out with his friends,
having fun.
I hope someday
to wish I could visit my grandkids more often because it would mean Rex is a
dad.
I hope
someday to see a stunned look of disbelief on the faces of so many doctors and
specialists because it would mean Rex has blown their expectations out of the
water.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune - without the words,
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson