Way back when, in 2006 😉 , I gave birth to two babies and suddenly, my little boy that had been my baby, wasn’t a baby anymore.
Instead, Keith was a big brother.
He took to his duties as big brother better than I expected, especially because he had always been developmentally much younger than his age and it was amazing to see him be proud to say he wasn’t a baby anymore.
And it was amazing to see him blossom and at the same time, it was hard on me that he didn’t need me as much.
He’s been an amazing big brother, especially to Will, whom Keith seems to truly adore and whom Will seems to find fascinating.
And all of these many years, while our focus has been so strongly on Will and where our life is going to lead us with him…
Keith has never been far from our thoughts either, especially when it comes to the future.
We’ve always sort-of known that Keith’s disabilities could potentially mean that, like Will, he could be “limited” as far as his ability to be independent.
It’s not something we talk about often but just something we have always known…and something that is hard to accept…
Today Keith’s teacher called and it was honestly the call I have dreaded for a long time.
I knew it was inevitable, but it still doesn’t make it any easier to hear.
His teacher feels, and the school in in agreement, that it might be time to move Keith into a “life skills” classroom.
What this means is that Keith will continue to receive academic classes, but the focus of his day will be spent learning skills he will need in order to eventually be “independent”.
Of course, as his parents, it’s our option to decide what we want to do and it’s not an easy decision,
One we won’t make lightly.
It’s Keith’s future, after all, that rests in our hands,
and our future,
that could potentially include these two boys living with us forever…
I’m still filled with hope that both of our boys will lead lives independent from us,
hopeful that their lives will include everything I can dream up for them and everything they dream for themselves.
But, somewhere, in the recesses of my mind, I do try to prepare myself for the possibility and try not to be in denial that our “retirement” might just include our two youngest boys.