It Takes A Village

How can I thank you all enough for your tremendous loving comments about My Little Buddy?  You are all so amazing, so gracious and kind. I am overwhelmed by the loving support you have shown about the journey we are taking.  I have always told you I thought bloggers are the best, but I am truly astonished at your loving words, prayers and support.

I don't want you to think we are all that special.  My Little Buddy is the special one.  You see he is a bit of a miracle and his miracle started with the first Doctors and Nurses who saw him and brought him back to life.  The incredible staff in the NICU that watched his every breath, and treated him like a piece of fragile glass so he would not break.  They watched for signs he was in distress and got him the help he needed right away.  For the therapist's, the Neurosurgeon, the eye specialists and the lovely caring people who came to clean around him so that his environment would be germ free and a safe place for him to grow and thrive.  The volunteer's who came to hold him and rock him so he would have loving human contact and begin to thrive. These people are the miracles.  

And when he was ready to be discharged God knew the exact family to put him with. This family is so full of love it is astonishing.  They loved him like he was their very own and still do. They were the ones day in and day out that spent every minute with him, holding him, loving him and helping him to grow.  They had all of us therapist's telling them things to do, about a million appointments to get him to and they did it all with a love that is frankly miraculous.  They are the ones that helped him to thrive.  And they are the ones that will help this little one attach to us because he has been loved.  A child that has been loved in a great capacity will be able to love and receive love, it is that simple.  In their care My Little Buddy grew and thrived.  He reached milestone after milestone and still is.  It may be slow, but the progress is steady.

It takes a village to raise a child, we have all heard this before but it is true.  And for My Little Buddy his village is very big.  It has shifted from his medical foster home into ours.  It has shifted from that huge extended family, school and church to my big family and friends.  Some of the therapist's have changed, and even the doctor's, but what remains is the love that he has been given.  This love has permeated every cell of his little body and will always be there.  His medical foster family will always be a part of his life, they hear about everything he is doing and are still fighting for him when questions arise about this and that.  They will be more like an Aunt and Uncle and cousins now, as opposed to Mommy and Daddy, but their love for him will not waiver, nor ever diminish.  The start they have given him is the miracle.

I don't want you to think this will be easy, we have big, big mountains to climb.

We have big shoes to fill, his care has been exceptional, but we are ready to take on the responsibility and the love. It takes a village and I am glad you are all here to come along on the journey with me.  You will cheer him on and love him from afar.

Because when it comes down to it, love is the thing that matters the most in this world.  It is that simple.

If you want to read the most loving post ever, please visit my sister at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.  This post is about My Little Buddy and is by far the best thing she has ever written.  Grab your tissues, you are going to need them.