Liam is ten and a half today. This means he is as close to eleven as he is to ten, and before we know it he’ll be finishing up elementary school and starting sixth grade. Liam’s led a very sheltered life and it shows both in his naivety and his sweetness. I worry about what the world is going to do to him because he’s not as aggressive as other boys his age.
Then I think to myself, he’s tougher than all of them put together. I can’t imagine any of the rough and tumble kids in his class spending hours on end at a hospital being poked and prodded, and then leaving with the love and respect of an entire medical team for his positive attitude and exceptional manners. People don’t forget meeting Liam. He’s not like everyone else.
Liam is not exceptional because he has had so many heart surgeries. He’s exceptional because he’s handled so much adversity with extraordinary grace and come through it with an empathy and sincerity that is rare for human beings in general, much less ten-year old boys.
Liam is a good egg with a great sense of humor. He’s going to be OK. I’m going to be OK. We’re all going to be OK.
Here we come adolescence, ready or not.