Logan has a couple several "labels", sixteen to be exact. If he were a soup, he'd make for one hardily robust dish. Made from the most wicked ingredients, which include: cerebral palsy (gmfcs level 5), autism, cognitive impairment, obstructive sleep apnea, hypoxemia, dysphagia, failure to thrive, gut dysmotility, acid reflux, chronic sinusitis, chronic constipation, chronic cough, asthma, allergies, pectus excavatum, and global developmental delays. Blended with the finest organic, wholesome ingredients: love, determination, strength, courage, and an overabundance of perseverance.
Should the statement "labels belong on soup cans, not on my child" offend me? Not in the least. Hard to take offense when he officially has sixteen labels. He will have the majority of these labels for the rest of his life and will pick up more throughout his journey. It is okay to point one out, discuss it, spread awareness because it is not one single ingredient that defines Logan. He is a perfect blend. When I look at him, I don't see a soup can. I see a magnificent, superb blessing. I see Logan.