When I found out that I was expecting my son, there was little doubt in my mind that he would be a "theatre kid." His father is a vocalist and music director, I'm a dance teacher, and while awaiting his arrival, I directed my first local musical theatre production. It seemed a foregone conclusion that Adam would have a flair for the dramatic.
I had no idea just how dramatic that flair would be, however, until Adam made his grand and completely unexpected entrance into the world 13 weeks ahead of schedule. He was painfully tiny, he was critically ill and he was the strongest person I had ever seen. He fought through six endless months in the hospital, through twelve trips to the operating room, through three years with a tracheotomy and through two years of mechanical ventilation. Every moment, every breath, every milestone was a victory won with a grace and determination far beyond his age. Adam has triumphed over every challenge he has faced and has greeted each morning with a smile. He is my hero in every possible way. He loves his life and he loves his family. Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention that he also loves Spider-Man.
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