Today, is our big baby's special day. He is 7 years old. He has been counting down to this day for quite some time now and it's finally here (thank goodness).
Anyone who knows Carter will know what a character he is. He feels emotion to the highest degree. Perhaps it's part of his disability, or perhaps it's just who he is - I don't know. If he wants to give you a kiss, he doesn't just give you a peck on the cheek, he throws his arms around your neck and really plants one on you - teeth and all. If he is sad, it isn't just a few rolling tears, it's a soap opera.
Days with Carter are both hard, and full of joy. He hasn't had it easy from the get-go. Nothing comes easy for him. Watching other children learn to hold a pencil, colour in, write their name, or dress themselves is like us in Australia learning English. It takes some effort, but being immersed in it makes makes it seem almost natural. For Carter, it's like learning a foreign language. A different language each time he needs to learn a new skill. It's hard work and it's constant.
But his enthusiasm for life means he doesn't give up. He keeps on working. We have tantrums, and we have great success. I know any parent of a child with special needs will understand this.
There are some gifts that do seem just ingrained in Carter though. He never had to learn these things. He is incredibly generous. He will share everything he has, even if it means forcing it on you. He loves to help if it means making someone else's life easier. He has a compassionate nature that is far beyond his years. And my favourite, he simply loves people. He loves to talk to people at the train station, at the supermarket, in the doctors waiting room, people serving us at the cash register, and our personal favourite - telemarketers! He genuinely enjoys getting to know someone.
I am already a life-time's worth of proud of our spunky little dude, but can't wait to see what's ahead for him.
Happy Birthday Mr. Tarts
