Quint,
Did you know you are a survivor? You're a little hero. Do you know why? Because you made it, baby boy. You made it through one of the toughest things anyone can endure - total abandonment. Not only did you make it - you fought through it. You were sick for months, but you fought. You lost everything you ever knew, and still you fought on. You lost your parents, your home, your country, your language, and everything that you had been given in your short little life. Let's face it, everything you ever knew was not such a great start given the way it ended up for you. That's why you're my little hero.
You smile everyday and you light up mine. You laugh and we laugh with you. You rest your head on my shoulder and pat my arm...are you comforting me? Are you reminding me that it will be ok? That I shouldn't worry so much about you? I forget everything you've been through already.
I saw where you stayed at the orphanage...I'm sorry, son. I know that must have been hard. But I know you were so much better off in that little crib, than the alternative I saw on the streets. I know it must have been hard to cry yourself to sleep some nights or to be hungry some days. All the while, not understanding why. I know you didn't always have someone there to pick you up or comfort you when you just needed to be sad. I wish I could have been there sooner for you. But you're such a trooper and you just kept on hanging on, until we could get there.
That's why you're my little hero. You've seen more loss in your short little life than I can possibly conceive of. More than I can comprehend. And yet, you smile and giggle. Blissfully unaware of the curve ball life has thrown you. Or maybe not...maybe just stronger than Mommy could ever be.
Knowing you and loving you was the best thing that could have ever happened to me and Daddy. I'm just sorry it came at such a high price for you, sweet boy. So very, very sorry.
Have I mentioned, you're my little hero?
Happy 8th Month Birthday...I love you always
Mommy
Did you know you are a survivor? You're a little hero. Do you know why? Because you made it, baby boy. You made it through one of the toughest things anyone can endure - total abandonment. Not only did you make it - you fought through it. You were sick for months, but you fought. You lost everything you ever knew, and still you fought on. You lost your parents, your home, your country, your language, and everything that you had been given in your short little life. Let's face it, everything you ever knew was not such a great start given the way it ended up for you. That's why you're my little hero.
You smile everyday and you light up mine. You laugh and we laugh with you. You rest your head on my shoulder and pat my arm...are you comforting me? Are you reminding me that it will be ok? That I shouldn't worry so much about you? I forget everything you've been through already.
I saw where you stayed at the orphanage...I'm sorry, son. I know that must have been hard. But I know you were so much better off in that little crib, than the alternative I saw on the streets. I know it must have been hard to cry yourself to sleep some nights or to be hungry some days. All the while, not understanding why. I know you didn't always have someone there to pick you up or comfort you when you just needed to be sad. I wish I could have been there sooner for you. But you're such a trooper and you just kept on hanging on, until we could get there.
That's why you're my little hero. You've seen more loss in your short little life than I can possibly conceive of. More than I can comprehend. And yet, you smile and giggle. Blissfully unaware of the curve ball life has thrown you. Or maybe not...maybe just stronger than Mommy could ever be.
Knowing you and loving you was the best thing that could have ever happened to me and Daddy. I'm just sorry it came at such a high price for you, sweet boy. So very, very sorry.
Have I mentioned, you're my little hero?
Happy 8th Month Birthday...I love you always
Mommy
11 comments :
OK, you are bringing me to tears every time I visit! I love it!
To a certain extent I know how you feel when you see that onesie on Quint.
My son has the same one. (Carter's, right)? He wore it the other day and it reminds me too of all he has been through in his 12 months. He recently had stomach surgery after being very sick since he was 4 months old. He is doing very well now. He is my little hero, so strong and brave. You are a beautiful family. :) ~Holly
Gulp. You got me all teary!!!!
More goosebumps and tears.
Happy 8 months...
LOVE this post...
Made me tear up..
Like always you can tell in your writing he is AMAZING..
LOVE IT..
HUGS to you
Amazing, again!
I would be surprised if one day we're going to be charged a fee to read your stuff!
More tears...happy tears. This story has a happy ending! My day wouldn't be complete without checking your post and seeing the latest pictures of Quint. Love them. From your Kentucky friend.
What a sweet post! I'm so happy for you. Know, too, that you and AB are also heroes for stepping outside your comfort zone and bringing that precious child home.
What a beautiful post... your son is beyond adorable!
I agree with ALL the others..this is BEAUTIFUL and so TRUE!!!You need to write a book..you can WRITE!!!
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