My baby had his preschool graduation ceremony today.
He performed songs, including the alphabet done in sign language, on stage with the other cutie patooters in his class.
I began to cry when each child came up to accept their diploma and spoke into the microphone, stating what they want to be when they grow up. Bexon looked very nervous waiting for his turn.
Both myself and my husband had no idea what he might say…other kids said “Princess, Dinosaur, Artist, Teacher, Train Conductor…” Bex said:
“I’m Bexon and when I grow up, I want to be a DOCTOR!”
Excuse me while I Mommy sob.
A doctor. My husband and I looked at each other, full of emotion. Of course, he’s had 10 body casts and multiple MRIs and endless hospital trips for his rare form of Infantile Scoliosis, he loves doctors.
He loves HIS doctor. He says “They help people.” And they do. They saved his life and spine, especially Dr. Jacques D’ Astous.
He can change his mind a million times about what he wants to be of course, such is life, he’s only four.
But today, my happy heart bursts with pride…
I’ll never forget how hard it’s been to get here. I’ll never forget how brave my angel is.
I’ll never forget all of those beautiful souls who’ve helped us. I raise my glass of lemon water in a toast to you, teachers and doctors and all of those who give so much to our babies as they grow. You change lives for the better.
We love you and we thank you.