She's chatty and cheeky. She smiles and laughs.
She's sitting up and reaching for toys.
She likes thinking she can stand up and walk, but really, she just hops and bounces!
She spits and blows raspberries and she pinches.
She screams and yells and throws tantrums, but I love her.
Who wouldn't love her?
But, I'm a little bit scared. What if people love her more than me... because I have cerebral palsy. What if people love her more than me... because I don't talk as much as she does? What if people love her more than me... because I don't look at people and smile? What if people love her more than me... because I don't play like she does? What if people love her more than me... because I don't reach out for people? What if people love her more than me... because I am different? That's something we worry about. |
I'm not running around the house, screaming and exploring. I wish I was.
But, I'm smart. I understand and I remember.
My sister loves me. She loved me right from the moment we met.
It's like she knows... I need a little more.
It's like she knows... I'm different.
She just... understands.
We're both great kids - who get in trouble sometimes...
And, Mum and Dad are expecting we will get into lots of mischief together!
But, we're both great kids...
And we hope that everyone will love us both...
the same...
...even though I might not interact the same way
...even though you have to try harder to get a response from me
...even though I have cerebral palsy.