Today is Asher's birthday. We've been celebrating for a week.
Our birthday celebrations began last Thursday evening when I took him to Toys R Us and told him he could pick out one thing for his birthday. You should have seen his eyes and face as he went from item to item, checking each thing out. In the end, he chose Superman walkie-talkies with night vision. They fit on top of the head (hands free) and he and Simi talk back and forth in them. I'm not surprised that he picked out a gift that both he and Simi can play with together; it's quintessential Asher.
On Saturday, I brought out a Spin Art, which the boys absolutely loved. It made for a very special day. Then in the evening, Asher went to his grandparents house and got spoiled by them and his aunties.
Sunday he got spoiled some more. His big party was at The Little Gym where he got to play with all his friends. And, of course, we have been making a very big deal about him every single day.
Today is his actual birthday. We had yet another birthday party for him - this time in his classroom. We wore party hats and blew noise-makers and sang party songs. I think he had a great time.
It felt great to spoil Asher like we did. Asher is such a quiet, easy-going child that he often gets overshadowed by the outspoken Simi and Leila. Plus, he's gone through some very difficult moments with all the medical testing. He, more than anyone, deserved some special attention.
And now he's three.
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I'm glad Asher had a nice birthday. Parties are fun. I doubt it that he'll remember all the medical appointments because most children don't remember things from their toddler years. I endured an eye operation at fifteen months and don't remember it. But it makes me angry when people talk about my loss of sight in front of me. I don't mind writing about it, but talking verbally about it really upsets me. I also endured several tests on my motor skills when I was three and four and don't remember those. Yes, I know that I had occupational therapy in kindergarten and first grade, and I remember those sessions, but I don't remember the therapy I had in preschool. But we still have reports on the different therapies I got (I had occupational and speech therapy--I really don't know why I had the speech therapy, but it's said that many blind children have to have it because they don't learn how to speak by watching others and lots of other things they don't learn easily because of their lack of sight and that's why they have to go through so much therapy). However, I do have memories of the orphanage and they are painful ones. So, I'm not sure about Asher, but I think that with all the love he got during his rough times, he'll probably just remember the happy times that went along with his appointments. Good luck.
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