The first International Women's Day was held in 1911. Since then, every year, the achievements of women have been celebrated, and equality is fought for.
I've got some incredible women, in my life. This post is for them.
I love her, because she believes in me She is all about inclusion, and she has high expectations, too. She wants me to have a go at everything, and makes sure she finds a way to include me. She has empathy for my difficulties, is very proud of each of my achievements, and brings a lot of fun to my days. I hope I'm lucky enough to meet a lot of teachers, just like her, and the others girls. Thank you!
Zoe. I love her, even when she works me so hard, I fall asleep as soon as she leaves. She gives me hope. She gives me strength. She believes in me, and has high expectations for me. She is my physiotherapist, and someone who has seen me go through some very tough times. She doesn't care about my drool. She listens to Mum and Dad, and works hard, so I can be the best me possible. Thank you, Zoe. |
I love her. She is an enabler. She is a do-er. She makes things happen, and that is the exact theme for International Women's Day, this year. She is a strength for Mum, offering assistance and helping with Disability Stuff. Melissa put me on stage, as a performer, and let my noisy sister see me being celebrated. This is more powerful that we can ever explain. Melissa raised $10,000 for me, which saw me doing my Conductive Education Therapy. We saw so much improvement in my strength and stamina, as a result. Melissa is also behind the Doing it for Dexter house renovations. She is incredible. Thank you, Melissa.
I love her. She always sings with me, and plays games. I love that. She tips me upside down, too. When I was going through chemotherapy treatments, she looked after me... often, on my worst days. And, she never cared about the vomit. Thanks, Aunty Terese.
I love her. She brings a lot of noise and a lot of 'crazy' to our house. She's there, almost every afternoon, helping to feed me, bath me, dress me and making sure everyone is ok. She has high expectations, too, and we work well, together. One of my first words was 'Carol'... because she kept moving my mouth, teaching me to say it! But, I haven't said that again, in over two years. At the moment, she is working on my feeding and on turning off the light. Thank you, Aunty Carol.
I love her. She sews everything, for me. She sews my bed quilts. She sews me textured books, perfect for my vision. She sews me shapes and stripes of colours, to go on my vision board. She made me my 'stripper shorts', for when I had my casts and brace on, and couldn't wear regular shorts. She looks after my sister, when I am in hospital for long stays. And, she lets me play with cold spaghetti! Thank you, Nanoo.
I really love her. She knows I am different. She knows I try to do things, but things are really hard, for me. She protects me; fiercely, and loves me; unconditionally. Sometimes, she's like the big sister, and paves the way. She has pushed me to the beach, and around the shops. She has wiped my drool and offered me food and drinks. She likes when people include me, and doesn't like it when people laugh at me, or pity me. She snuggles in to Mum, sometimes, realising how difficult things are for me. Soon, she will have the words to tell us what she thinks about me, and my cerebral palsy. She doesn't mind, when my dystonia means I hit her. She loves me. She sees me. She's proud of me. She likes when I don't give up. She cheers for me. She is one of my biggest strengths. Thank you!
I love her. So much. She knows, too. She looks at me; watching and wondering. I've hit her... her face, her arms, her legs... But, she seems to know I don't mean it. She almost never cries. At times, both of my sisters have to be put aside, while I get looked after. Sometimes, both of them have been put, quickly, on the floor, because I have needed help. They seem to understand that I need that. And, they don't mind. They are incredible girls, and I am so proud of them. Thank you.
There are no words.
She is my carer, my nurse, my physiotherapist, my occupational therapist, my speech therapist, my researcher, my teacher, my funding application writer, my driver, my appointment maker and keeper, my entertainer, my cook, my cleaner and, my mum. She spends her whole days, helping me. She is my greatest strength, and I would not be where I am today, without her incredible strength and determination. She is incredible, yet she doesn't understand just how amazing she is. I love her, so, so much... And, even though I can't tell her in words, she knows. Thank you, Mum.
These are just 12. There are others.
To all the strong, brave, clever, beautiful women: #makeithappen
Never give up.
Music Makers 2015 concert
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Dexter's First Month
Dexter's Vision
Dexter's Cerebral Palsy
Dexter's Cancer
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