Never, never, never

That quote was on his isolette in the NICU.


9.5 years ago. 

His Aunt Adah put it there one day, and I would see it ever day.

 Every gut wrenching visit. Days spent watching a very sick, very unstable, very determined little piece of my heart battle for his life.

He hasn't.


He's thrown fits that make this mama blush. He has *clearly* stated his displeasure when things are not *exactly* as he likes them (u n d e r s t a t e m e n t). 

But what he hasn't done is give up.

Never, ever, ever. 

I am fiercely proud.

 

 Oh how a 9 year old can put a 31 year old and her lazy tendencies to shame… 

He counts down his stretches and his time on the treadmill.




He knows exactly how long it will be required for him to do each tough thing, and so he just counts through it.

He is certainly not complaint free. 


But he does it. 

Each balance aiding exercize, stretching session, and strengthening task is building him 


physically,


mentally,


and emotionally. 

And sometimes we even get a few smiles in the process.


{Love you so much buddy}