Grabbing Hold of God's Best -- Surgery May Be Required
Fourteen casts, 10 procedures/surgeries (half of them completed in our care) and two years into our family, Superman has totally lived up to his nickname.
From the moment he entered the Cuthredible league, he was not only faster than a speeding bullet (which is why I sold my morals for the monkey backpack leash I promised I would never attach to my kin) — he was stronger than steel. And he didn’t let ANY of his medical conditions, including the missing radius and underdeveloped thumb on his right hand, keep him from flying. Or keeping up with two older brothers.
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Before we ever brought our son home from China, we called him “Superman.”
Maybe it was because we come from a house full of boys, or maybe it was because capes and superheroes are just part of our Cuthrell culture. Or maybe it was because Superhero 1 and Superhero 2 had already reserved Batman and Spiderman as their preferred superheroes of choice, and we were running out of options for superheroes popular enough to feature their own line of bedding that didn’t clash with Batman and Spiderman in the room where all three boys would soon sleep.
One of three.
But the first time we viewed the medical file of the 2-year-old little boy with the white arm sling living half a world away in China, God made it clear — this was our son. This was our Superman. And Superman, like Clark Kent himself, was “special.”
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