I did it. I traveled to Plano, Texas with Chris for his top surgery.
It wasn't so hard.
It was not the end of anything as I might have thought a year ago. Actually, it was a beginning.
I was calm.
At ease.
It was meant to be, somehow.
A "meant to be" beyond anything I had ever reasoned, but a "meant to be" for Chris and, therefore, a "meant to be" for me.
He's changing his life in spite of me. In spite of everybody who tried to define who they think he is suppose to be. He is changing his life and I ...
was there
to witness
my child
changing and taking complete
control
of his life.
Somewhere in all of this ...
I give myself credit
For helping give this child courage ...
To change his life
from uncertainty
from sadness
to happiness ...
Somewhere in all of this I have to believe
I am a part
of what makes this child
amazing
