by Mica Blevins

Created on: July 01, 2009

I am not an emotional person, I was raised in the belief that everything had a purpose! So I was always content in that fact, and was not a person prone to tears very often. Then I had my middle child. My first was just as precious, but for some unknown reason my second was destine for problems!

At sixteen months of age, just at the point of getting his running down to a fine art, he contracted West Nile Virus. After two agonizing weeks in a children's hospital, with tubes and wires everywhere, I found out he would probably never regain use of his right leg! I will never forget that call for as long as I live! I had just gone downstairs to eat lunch with my Dad and a Lady I had meet there, when my cell phone rang! The news shook me to the core! After I hung up I took a moment to gather myself, to pass on the horrifying news onto my Dad. It started out OK but when I got to weather he would regain use of his leg, I became an emotional wreck! I have never cried so hard! The whole time thinking to myself he will never play sports, people will look at him like he is a freak! Later on that night while I held him I started thinking what if he doesn't want to play sports, what if he teaches others about being handicapped? All night long I sat there and just held him, looking at his angel like face! By the next morning I had come to the conclusion he was still mine, and I would not limit him in any way!

Now he is about to turn four, I have never seen a more happy, independent, and active little boy! He uses a walker and brace for his leg, but he doesn't let it slow him down. He will play soccer with his brother in the front yard, climbs up slides at the park and slides down! It is hard on me to watch, and not run over to him to help! He is a people magnet, I have never seen so many people drawn to one person! His smile, laugh, and the way he phrases stuff just brings me to my knee's! Every once in a while he will get tangled up with his walker and fall down, and I have to turn my head so he won't see the tears running down my face!

All in all what makes me cry as a parent, can't be summed up into just one certain thing or area, but what rips my heart out is seeing my child struggle to be as normal as the next child! The whole time smiling and reassuring me " It OK Mommy" with a sweet smile on his face as he picks himself up off the ground! While I do realize there is a reason for his handicap, one I may never full understand, I also realize he is a much stronger person than I.

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