Written to Tim with love from his Mom, Kathleen Hoppe, August
1995
I anticipated complaining of a waking baby;
Not of being grateful he's able to wake at all.
I anticipated the wonder of time rushing past;
Not of reflecting on milestones so small.
I anticipated crying at immunizations and bumps while learning his
way;
Not of agonizing at more tests, evaluations, and word of more delays.
I anticipated choices over preschool, clothes, and scout troops;
Not of choices between hospitals, specialists, and which support
groups.
I anticipated loving him, but enjoying his independence from me soon;
Not of loving him so much I'd want to keep him sheltered in my cocoon.
I anticipated health and perfection when my baby was inside, thinking
anything less would be tragic;
But now that he is here, my special son has worked some kind of
magic.
I anticipated anger and disappointment at this fate;
Not the joy and growth and knowledge that have become mine as of
late.
I anticipated something different, that is certainly true;
But that's because I never could have anticipated, one I love, as
much as you.
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