My Blessing In Disguise
Arman was born on the 13th February 2002. He came into our lives a couple of weeks earlier than expected. Weighing in at only 2.05kg with a few medical complications, he spent his first 42 days of life in the NICU.
During my pregnancy, I planned and created a dream world for the newest addition to our family. Arman was going to be a prince and stand tall and proud. Within one minute of giving birth, those plans changed, or so I thought; changed by one extra chromosome , enough to change the world in which I lived.
The first few months after Arman’s birth… there was a whirlwind of emotions. I felt guilt and confusion like most parents experience when discovering they have a special needs child. I also wondered why and what I did wrong.
Arman has opened my eyes to a whole new world, one that without him I would have never known.
The world is scary enough as it is, we can control our home environment but not what is outside. Because of the one extra chromosome I have learnt to be more patient and have discovered the true meaning of love.
Arman is the embodiment of love in the true sense of the word; he does not understand the meaning or know what it’s like to hate. My world is definitely a better place.
I know I still have my prince, not the one I thought I would have, better than that, Arman is the most amazing young man. I have a one in eight hundred hero who is special in his own right. I count it as a blessing to be the one chosen to be called Arman’s mother.
Without a doubt… Arman is The Best Of Me.
This piece is submitted in loving memory of Tabitha Ho. She wrote this for her English class when she was 16, shortly before she passed away a year later. She left a little too soon but her wit, contagious laughter and love for poetry and French...
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