My daughter is 14 months old… she’s already had an EKG,
Echocardiogram, MRI, genetic tests, ocular tests and physical therapy sessions
every week. She has a heart condition, a growth condition, nystagmus, hypotonia…
the list goes on and on but that’s not the part that matters.
The part that
matters is she smiles. EVERY. DAY. She laughs, lays her little head on my
shoulder, pats my back and says “awe.” And “mom”. She doesn’t do physical
things quite as fast as others her age and I have no delusions. I understand
that Intellectual impairment occurs frequently with Sotos Syndrome. But she
knows she’s loved. She knows how to love back. That’s good enough for me. They
say my daughter will probably be considered “special”… They have no idea just
how special our little girl is.
When you look at my daughter you see wonder in her eyes. You
see innocence. Peace. For a child who struggled to make it into to this world,
spent time in the NICU and spent the first year of her life shuffled from
specialist to specialist there is no anger, no self-pity. She only knows that
she is our Natibug and she is loved. You look at our child and you see
STRENGTH.
I know she’ll get older and things will happen. Maybe she
will be able to lead a normal life in mainstream schools and enjoy a life of independence.
Maybe she won’t. I don’t have a crystal ball and as much as I’d love to I can’t
see my daughter’s future. It is my
greatest hope that she can grow up and be like her father. I intend to raise
her with the knowledge of her diagnosis but it will be my mission in life to
make sure she knows that her diagnosis does not define her. It only defines her
symptoms. She will know that she’s special. But not for the reasons they say.
They say Sotos kids have a hard time verbalizing things and
should be considered special needs. They’re forgetting that communication comes
in other forms besides words. A kind look from a stranger. The soothing effect
of classical music. A warm embrace from someone when you’re having a bad day.
All of these communicate without the use of words.
As for my daughter, when she smiles at someone, even the
grumpiest of people smile back. That’s the special
that matters.
They say Sotos kids have a lot of health concerns of various
degrees and are often expected to see multiple specialists and perhaps need interventions
in special circumstances. Clearly that goes along with her having special
needs.
As for my daughter, she is pricked and poked, examined and
prodded and five minutes after the doctor is done she is laughing and playing
with her stuffed puppy. That’s the special
that matters.
At 14 months old she exercises for at least 30 minutes
every day working on strengthening muscles that are being stretched out due to
a rapid and constant growth of a quarter in a week. The exercises are not always
something she enjoys but she does it anyways. That’s the special that matters.
Every person who has ever met her is better for it. That’s
the special that matters.
They say my daughter is special.
Damn Right She Is.
And this mom wouldn’t have her any other way.