|He's number 2 on the right with the goggles.|
I apologize up front for the blurry pictures....not an easy subject to photograph with a point and shoot camera!
A true statement when it comes to my son Michael.
Sixteen years ago the doctors at the hospital told us that our 1 pound 10 oz son, born a very, very preemie (their term back then) would never run. He was born at 28 weeks with mild Cerebral Palsy in his legs and tone in his arms. My husband asked about whether his new son could ever play baseball, his favorite sport. The answer was no because of the complications of his disability.
Little did we know that he would grow up to live and breathe basketball.
And not only know all the stats of all the teams in the NBA plus the stats of all the players, but that he would get on the court himself and continue to work on his game 3-4 times a week.
|Going for a basket.|
He doesn't have to wear the ankle to knee braces anymore that he did as a little boy. He is not in any Occupational or Physical Therapy anymore either. They told us that his disability would never improve and never get worse. That he would have to find a way to adapt to it and work around it.
He did. And you would never know that this smart, lovable 16 year old has any physical limitations on his life watching him play basketball. He has the Lord on his side who has a plan for his life that no man can interfere with.
He puts all he's got into playing too. Always ready to defend, hands up to catch a pass, eyes peeled for his next move.
His size 11 LeBron James sneakers may have a little something to do with it all (wink,wink)!
AnnMarie aka Proud MoM xoxo
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