However, I accept the fact that I will likely never jump up and down in a set of bleachers cheering for a son who is the quarterback of his high school's football team. He will likely never play on a football team at all. I accept the fact that I will likely never take him to the DMV to get his driver's license. I accept the fact that I will never have the opportunity to watch my son graduate from medical school. I accept the fact that I will likely never attend his wedding or have a daughter-in-law. Lastly, I am very slowly learning to accept the fact that I will likely live my entire life without being somebody's grandmother.
However, as I have watched Erik grow, I have witnessed him flinging doors open on his own, touching the people around him in a way I would never imagine was possible. He received two pieces of mail in one day this week. That's pretty decent for a kid who is only 3. He loves animals and is amazing with them. He loves music and seems to have the budding desire to create it himself. He still occasionally goes into a deliriously happy trance when he sings a new song. This week he began singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" and "Old Suzanna."
Slowly but surely, my dreams for the future are once again materializing in different forms. I visited You Tube yesterday and searched for videos on Williams syndrome. Two years ago, I saw only my personal videos posted on this subject. Now I see familiar faces with button noses and gorgeous eyes like Erik's. When I find a new video, I feel like jumping for joy. Yesterday I discovered this video of a young man who can drum up a storm. While I watched him perform, I realized I was less focused on his incredible talent and more transfixed by the joyous "woo hooing" in the background.
It was then that I suddenly had a little realization of my own.
No matter what Erik decides to do with his life, it is very likely I will have an opportunity to stand up in a crowd and cheer after all. My son has a chance to do things typical children find amazing. He has a chance to follow his own dreams and will likely need to work twice as hard as other children to accomplish them. I have all of the faith in the world in him and know he will blaze his own trail to happiness. The future is one big unknown for Erik Quinn.
I now know one thing for sure. And I'm certain it's true.
Moms like me get to "WOO HOO," too.
Thanks, Devin, for sharing your talent with the world and providing our family with another hero of our own.