Que Sera, Sera

Jojo had a good weekend. On Saturday, he let me finish the wreaths for our doors while he watched TV/played on his computer. That evening, he told me that he would be a pop star when he grew up then he would go to Hollywood! Okay. So during the past year, Jojo had wanted to be a doctor, then a veterinarian, then a secret agent, then an astronaut, and now a pop star. That reminded me of an old song I used to sing when I was a lot younger. I don't know who sang it originally.

"When I was just a little girl,

I asked my mother what will I be?

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?

Here's what she said to me.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see.

Que sera, sera."

I guess that's pretty much how it goes with our children's dreams, especially when they have SMA.

I remember when I began reading about SMA and other people's experiences, I came upon the FSMA forum. Someone asked, what do you tell your child about SMA? And someone responded that you have to be honest but not to give too much details about the disease. That it is important to give your children hope for the future. And so, when Jojo talks about what he's going to be when he's a grown-up, I smile and I encourage him. Never mind that inside, my heart is breaking. But then, que sera, sera.

To get back to the weekend...Jojo wanted to make something, so he got on the Nick Jr. website and found a tabletop Christmas tree to make. Here he is painting the tree.

On Sunday, there was a little Christmas parade in front of our house, so we took Jojo to the end of our driveway to watch. He got some candies and therefore, he spent a big part of the afternoon tasting them. Then Nana came to play cars with him.

Today, Jojo's Dad had a very good day. Brady bought a new shotgun as a Christmas gift from me (well, at least I contributed to the purchase) and he killed a deer during his afternoon hunt.

Jojo gave his Dad a big thumb's up.