Weston’s Third Birthday
I will never forget Weston’s third birthday. What should have been a day of celebration turned into a moment that changed the course of our lives forever. That day, we had an appointment with a child psychologist to review the results of Weston’s developmental testing.
Sitting across from us, the psychologist delivered news that no parent is ever prepared to hear. She said, with an emotionless tone, “We have tallied up the scores from all of the tests, and they show that Weston is severely mentally retarded with an IQ of 43. You need to just take him home and make him comfortable, as he will never live a normal life.”
Her words hit us like a thunderbolt, shattering our hopes and dreams in an instant. I remember the cold, sterile room, the silence that followed her statement, and the way time seemed to freeze. My heart broke into a million pieces, not just for Weston but for the life he would never get to live—the milestones, the joys, the dreams that were now replaced with an uncertain and challenging future. 💔💔
That moment is forever etched in my memory, a pivotal chapter in our journey that I recount in my book, Light in the Darkness: My Search for Meaning. Weston’s story, along with Emily’s, is one I dedicate my life to sharing in the hope that others might avoid the tragic mistakes that led to their injuries. It is my mission to speak out, not for sympathy, but for change—to shine a light on truths too often ignored and give a voice to those who can’t speak for themselves.
Weston and Emily are no longer children; they are adults now, beautiful souls who have taught me the true meaning of unconditional love and resilience. Their lives, though filled with struggles, have a profound purpose. I am so grateful for those who like, share, and support my posts about my children. Together, we can bring awareness and hope.
