Hi All! I wrote the following poem last year after a teacher told another parent that my expectations for Nevada were too high and I was unrealistic about what he could do. Just wanted to share it with all of you.


My son can stand tall
with his leg braces and someone to support him so he won't fall
My son can sit
if you help him and hold him tight
My son can speak
with his eyes, his smiles, and his mystique
My son can love
and believe me that is a gift from above
My son can be your friend
all he needs is a helping hand
There are so many things my son can do
if you believe in him, as I do
Because without belief and hope and understanding
we would all fail
And what a shame
to not have even tried 
Because, in trying, we can say
I truly did my best
And what more can anyone ask?
Beverly Lynch, mother to Nevada (cp, multiple etc.)
July 1995

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