the same

We were sitting at the hospital... waiting, that's what we do when we go to the hospital, we wait.

I was over hearing some nurses talking about their children playing sports, 

home runs, dribbling and soccer goals

Apparently report cards had just come out and little Johnny got all A's

We waited and I found myself in Holland

seeing other's coming and going from Italy and bragging about what a wonderful time they had there.

I had to get my mind right, rejoice with them in the joys of their children

and then I told them about mine...

She is a math genius and loves counting,

She is learning to read, it's a slow process but since discovering sign language she is making great strides, 

upon the discovery of pencil grippers the rigidity in her hands seem to be much better and her handwriting is improving. 

she is starting speech therapy and we are hoping communication will be come more clear, 

She is responding to interventions and smiles more than she used too.

The joy is the same, the pride is the same, 

the stories are different but still the same