I walked down a long hall and into a white sterile surgical room. I placed Jackson on a table while the
anesthesiologist placed a mask on his face and gave I him a kiss goodbye not being completely sure what the outcome would be when he would wake up again. I cannot believe that a year has already passed since Jackson's decompression surgery. Even though that day was filled with anxiety, Eric and I can honesty say that we were not fearful. Just recently we talked about how at peace we felt that day while waiting for Jackson to come out of surgery. I know that only that kind of peace can come from God. We definitely felt
everyone's prayers that day.
Today I look at Jackson and cannot believe how far we have come. Prior to surgery Jackson could only lift up his head. In the past year he has learned to sit, crawl, and is now pulling himself up next to furniture. He also has so much more of a personality and is such a happy little boy. Sure, developmentally Jackson is way behind, but I honestly can say that does not bother me anymore. Jackson will do things in his own time and we just rejoice with each milestone whenever he reaches it. Jackson's syndrome use to define our family and it completely consumed us. I feel that we have move past this and yes, it is still a large part of our life, but it does not define us. Jackson has brought us so much joy and he also seems to bring out the best in others. We have felt so much love from so many people who have supported us along the way and we are
truly grateful.
"God doesn't give you only what you can handle, He is there so you can handle what you are given."
