Glass Half Full?

I've been trying to find a balance between optimism and realism, but sometimes the pessimism likes to creep in.  I don't want to hinder my son with my worries for his future. I want him to continue to be the joyful toddler he is and grow into a child who does not know what limitations are.

I want to be hopeful that one day, I will be able to hear my son talking to his friends. I even am hopeful to hear him groan, Moooooooommmmm, as he rolls his eyes at me in irritation, but I also want to remain grounded. I want to recognize that there is a possibility it may never happen and that will be fine. We will be fine. Heck, we will be fabulous. Who says life has to be lived a certain way? We are so blessed to have Gbear in our lives and I can't wait to see the lessons I can learn from him, starting with the very first lesson I seem to have forgotten: Hope.

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