I first published this post three years ago, but I have revised and updated it in honor of Kyle’s achievement.
Kyle Robinson graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago. Achieving that milestone is remarkable under the best of circumstances, but Kyle has not faced the best of circumstances in his life.
Kyle is my grand nephew, the grandson of my brother Jim. He was born on September 24, 1996 – a beautiful baby boy with big expressive eyes – and then the seizures began. For the next several years, the doctors examined and tested, trying to discover what synapses were misfiring or what signals were getting crossed in that little head. They finally agreed that Kyle had cerebral palsy and would spend his life trapped inside a body that refused to respond to his commands. (more…)
My older brother, the Reverend Doctor Jim Robinson, is a very special man. Through the 65 years I’ve been his little sister, he’s been my friend, my rival, my tormenter, my hero, and when I came to the end of my caregiver’s rope, he was my rescuer. When I finally picked up the phone and said I can’t do this anymore, he picked up the reins and stepped in as Mom and Dad’s primary caregiver. It’s not an unfamiliar role for him. As a minister, he’s cared for the needs of various churches for over 50 years; and 15 years ago, he became one of the caregivers for his special grandson Kyle. (more…)