My Son.

My Son

My son is soon to be 12. He was born July 20th1997. He was born with cerebral palsy which is a type of mussel disorder. The best way it has been describedto me is to sit in a chair and tense up all you mussels. That is how he feels all the time. With therapy though, we can help him out by stretching his mussels. As of right now, it will never get better and their is no cure. But, it can get worse. If you don’t do therapy and make sure his mussels are stretched out, they will continue to tense up and he has the potential to not ever move again.

My son has the greatest sense of humor. He is always trying to play jokes on people. His favorite is to give people a “wet willy”. Thats where you put your finger in your mouth then stick it in somebodies ear. Plus, he is always trying to hide from me. Sometimes it may be under a blanket or towel, or sometimes it is under his bed. I hate it when he hides under his bed because I have to pull him out of there.

He is a police fanatic! He says that when he grows up he’s gonna be a cop. He has so much police stuff. Pretty soon I’m gonna paint his room black & white to match the police cars.

He isn’t mentally disabled, but cannot talk in the normal way you and I do. He can make out some words, but if you don’t know him most likely you wont know what he’s saying. But with doing some hand signs, and a kick ass communication board he can communicate with everybody.  

His communication board is really neat. It’s touch screen and allows him to make words and sentences. When he makes the word or sentence and is done, he just has to touch it and it will say the word or sentence for him.

He never stops amazing me. If he is not in his wheelchair or walker, he is on the ground, he cannot stand up by himself. He does however crawl around the house and gets around very well. Not too long ago I was sitting on my couch while he was in the other room. All of the sudden he came rolling in in his walker! He climbed into his walker all by himself! It was awesome. Now he gets in and out of the thing whenever he wants. He has also started putting on his own shirts and just the other day a pair of pajama pants.

I will probably have to live with him for the rest of my life to take care of him. But, that doesn’t matter to me at all. He’s my son and my kids will ALWAYS come before anything else.