Brave- working on it. Feel like it's trial by fire. Singing Kelly Clarkson 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' while scooping poop out of the tub. Laughing ( other option is crying) through the IQ test because I am brave enough to know that this number, these results, these 8 correct answers to the ENTIRE BATTERY do not define my son.
Understanding that I HAVE TO/WANT TO/NEED TO to be present and involved in the bows and arrows and mud and worms and childhood, and that if we don't have so much money, we'll make it work. We will be Brave.
Brave enough to love past the fears of another childhood and possible entire life that may have more time spent in speech/occupational/physical therapy then dance and gymnastics and mud pies. Brave enough to know that there's a lot more time and neurological development that can occur that may make these fears laughable.
Brave enough to plan and hope and dream and be happy. windows down, radio up.... brave enough.