
proud, happy Mom: first solid feeding, February 2004
Time flies, doesn't it? R. was recently looking at one of her baby photo albums, which included photos of her first "party", which she hosted on Valentine's Day, 2004. She was almost 5 months old. Earlier that week, she ate her first solid food (rice cereal). Very exciting, right? (Apparently so....look how overjoyed I am in that photo). Life was very different for us then. True, R. had just been referred days earlier for an Early Intervention evaluation. The pediatrician was concerned about her failure to meet certain developmental milestones. But we didn't know what lay ahead of us. Her dad and I were married, and living in our first apartment together. Life was simple and sweet (well, comparatively speaking) and although at the time I
thought I was sleep-deprived (ha!), I had enough energy to decorate my apartment and plan a lovely Valentine's get-together for my new mommy friends and their babies.

R's first "bedroom" (former dining area with a temporary wall)

R. awaits her party guests

the only age at which 7 kids can fit in your apartment: 6 months

the requisite babies-lined-up photo-op (R. third from left)

Um, I can't believe I ever had time to make favors like this.
Fast forward seven years...and now I am a single mom of two children with special needs. It's bittersweet for me to look at these pictures, because they symbolize the very short time that I was just like "every other mother" of a new baby. I didn't know about the diagnoses and challenges that lay ahead for either of my children, or that a few years later I would suddenly become a single parent to my 1-year-old and 4-year-old, both with special needs. It's been a bumpy ride. We've encountered roadblocks that I never would have imagined, causing me to lose faith in many things...and many people. But I've never lost my sense of humor, or my ability to find joy in each day that I spend with these amazing kids.
Actually, recently we have celebrated some wonderful news. Did I tell you that S. has been accepted for kindergarten next year at an excellent special needs school here in NY? Considering that at age 2 he could not speak, and that kindergarten admissions in New York City is a proverbial nightmare (even more so for special needs schools with very limited spots), this is a dream come true. I feel so lucky that he has made it this far and I am so grateful to every one of his amazing therapists for helping him. R. is working very hard too and continues to surprise me with her own accomplishments on a daily basis. As for myself, I think that the "battle scars" I've earned from the past few years as a divorced mom of two extraordinary kids have strengthened me a lot. Just as I view the scars on my back from scoliosis surgery I had at ages 12 and 13, I see these scars as markers of my resilience. It's pretty hard to knock me down. I don't sweat small stuff at all (which is quite a feat here in NYC). And I figure this is one of the best lessons I can ever teach my kids.
Of course, when I get to look at a punim like this every day for 7 1/2 years, it is pretty hard not to smile, whether it's Valentine's Day or not. Don't you agree?

my beautiful girl, age 5 months, February 2004
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU! I will be spending the rest of the day with valentines of my own, so I will be posting again tomorrow. I wish you all a wonderful holiday filled with the things and people you love most!