Ruby’s birthday is nearly a month away. It’s hard to believe that I will soon have a 10-year-old little lady living under my roof — a girl who has defied every single odd and overcome every challenge placed in front of her.
Looking back 10 years, it’s hard to believe that we are ALREADY here. My pregnancy was short, but it seemed endless, and the first year of her life was so full of challenges that it seemed like an eternity before I surfaced from the newborn fog. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, one day, life actually became pretty easy.
Sure, maybe it’s not easy by typical standards. Yes, I have to help Ruby with certain things that other 10-year-olds don’t need help with. I need to get in the pool with her at birthday parties (EEEEK), and help her steer the cart at the grocery store so she doesn’t take people out in the aisles. Her para has to film her school concert practices and send them to me so we can practice extra hard at home, just hoping that she will remember the hand motions during the show. And for as much as we’ve tried potty training over the years, it’s just not sticking. I’m not saying woe is me here — these are just the realities of raising a child with special needs.
But this girl who doctors said wouldn’t talk, walk, or do much of anything at all — this girl has conversations in Spanish with Latinos at authentic Mexican restaurants, she knows how to put her shoes on the right feet all by herself, and she knows every single word to every song on the radio. Her favorite past time is calling people out when they say something wrong (how dare I call her boots SHOES!) and she tells me every day when we get home that the buttons on her coat are “kind of tricky.” She is so loved that her entire third grade class competed to see who could create the best “cute queen” crown for her. THIS little girl has an amazing personality and she’s hilarious, too. Take our conversation this morning, for example:
Ruby: “Mom is it going to be sunny today?”
Me: “No, I think it’s going to be windy.”
Ruby: “No, it’s going to be sunny.”
Me (now messing with her): “No, it’s going to be windy.”
Ruby (now messing with me): “Don’t say windy again!”
Me: “Okay, fine it’s going to be sunny.”
Ruby (now laughing): “No, it’s going to be windy!”
Me: “Ahhhh, you stinker!”
This girl is nothing like what doctors predicted she’d be. She’s a miracle and a true testament to the power of faith and love. It might not always be easy, but let me tell you — it’s always worth it. And I wouldn’t want my life any other way.