|Bubba before surgery|
I've not known a lot of "special needs" children in my life. My first experience was in grade school. We had the same last name, but were not related. We met at Girl Scout day camp, and I was her buddy. And it lasted long past camp. While I could walk and run, Betty Lou was in a wheel chair. And although she had trouble expressing herself, she was smart as a whip and had a wonderful sense of humor. But she had another talent - she could write beautiful poetry. Yes, she was special.
During my college years, I did an internship with Mental Health/Mental Retardation. During this time, I became acquainted with a little girl with Down's Syndrome. Although she had a lot of health problems, she was so very sweet and very loving and had a beautiful smile. Oh yes, she was special.
I have a great-nephew who is autistic. For a few years he was almost controllable. But following his diagnosis and subsequent medication, he has become the most wonderful little guy. Again, he has a beautiful smile and a wonderful sense of humor. And again, he is very kind and loving. And yes, Jeramy is special.
|Bubba after surgery|
Yesterday, he had surgery to replace his shunts. He was angry that he couldn't have anything to eat or drink and he called me on the phone to tell me so. And last night, at 10:50, he called to tell me that he was better, and had a funny hat. So, society and the medical community may term him "special needs", but to me, he's just Special.