Actions speak louder than words

Jan. 29, 2012

There’s a lot of negative talk out there today. Whether it’s political mudslinging, athletes trash-talking on and off the court, field, ice, etc. or it seems anywhere else where selfishness and self entitlement seems to run rampant. This is where having a mute son can be a blessing. There is no talking back, no cursing, no lying, no belittling anyone else (regardless of age, race or ability.)

I know I keep saying it, but Nathan can say an awful lot, without ever saying a word.

Last weekend I answered the phone for the automated reminder about Nathan’s botox follow-up this week. I didn’t think too much about it, knowing that Annette would be taking him, and knowing Nathan had responded well again and was doing all the things he’s been growing and learning the last 4-5 months or so.

There’s always a little angst knowing these appointments are coming up. We’re always curious to see what the doctors see what Nathan is doing now, (if he’ll show the doctor,) and how insurance approved/traditional therapies mixed with the intensive therapy and conductive education move these kids farther.

This trip, Nathan walked from the parking garage into the hospital, and towards the appointment room area. He shied away from showing the doctor all of his skills, but showed others his new confidence reaching up over his head, standing endurance, and apparent new found energy level.

It was about that time, Annette saw “that doctor” who we had broken up with 4 years ago. The same doctor who told her, we should put Nathan in a (wheel)chair and enjoy him. He seems happy. She was also the one who told Annette there are just not enough hours in the day to do all the therapy and work it would take to help him thrive.

I guessing she doesn’t even remember us or ever saying that, but there’s still that desire to sit her down and let her see exactly how far a little guy with a lot of love, support, determination can do. He no longer had his AFOs on, so walking wouldn’t be a possibility, but only if she had seen him before.

I don’t think Nathan has the same grudge against this doctor as Annette and I do, but it just reminds us to be grateful for how far Nathan has come, and how blessed we are for his desire to keep moving forward.

Don’t boast about my accomplishments as I may become complacent, don’t dwell about what’s so close as I’m trying as best I can, but most importantly, don’t tell me what I’ll never do, as someday... somehow... I’ll find a way to make it happen.

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