Look at me. I'm a teenager now. On the day I was born you said I wouldn't make it to a year old because you thought I had a fatal chromosome disorder, but tests proved you wrong. A year later you said I must have a syndrome that has yet to be identified; but three years later I found out I'm not the only one. You also said therapies wouldn't help me walk, talk, or eat. Every year after that I've been proving you wrong. I don't intend to stop now. In fact, I am walking, talking, eating, jumping, running, dancing, bowling, playing basketball, and playing around with musical instruments.
I have lots of friends and family that love me and want to enjoy my company. I am blessed to have had several celebrations during my birthday week. First I had my friend Lauren over to my house for pizza and cake, then my class at school celebrated with cupcakes, and then bowling and laser tag at Alley Cats with another group of friends. So far, I think I like the teenage years.
"My name is Maddie and I'm a small teenager who enjoys life and has fun wherever I am!"
"There's more to me than just my special needs and my diagnoses. People are very curious about me and I don't mind sharing.
I was born with a rare disorder Feingold Syndrome which consists of my most noticeable characteristic,
Microcephaly (small head). Mommy says mine is cute and petite...just like me!
"God gave it to me, so I thought I'd wear it."