Advance Physical Therapy June 2018


9362 W. Overland Rd., Boise, Idaho 83709 June 2018

tan leisure suit. “Can we keep him?” Michelle asked. I didn’t even have to answer. We already knew, instinctively, that Scotty was now our son. That evening, I raced to JCPenny to buy Scotty some clothes. That leisure suit was all he had at the time. I picked up Oshkosh B’gosh overalls, some other clothes, and a little football. We took a picture of Scotty with that football between his legs, which has become one of our most cherished keepsakes. Like I said, this probably isn’t most people’s story of welcoming a child into their world, but it works just fine for us. From that day onward, we’ve been blessed with a wonderful, kind-hearted son. Scotty has Tourette’s, so he’ll always have his fair share of issues, but he’s grown into a thriving adult. I think most of the credit for that goes to him and his sensational mom, but I’d like to think I lent a hand along the way. When I look back on that night, I can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy. I don’t think any happy family follows a prescribed path. Who cares about being normal when you have bonds that last a lifetime? didn’t even have to answer. We already knew, instinctively, that Scotty was now our son. “Can we keep him?” Michelle asked. I


had considered adopting a special needs child. I still remember the night she brought up the idea to me. I have to be honest, it wasn’t the most enthusiastic response, but I said yes. Or maybe it was more of a “yesss?” Not long after that conversation, Michelle came to me with the news that she had found the perfect child. He was a little one-year-old boy whose foster parents wanted to give him up so they could travel. Again, we discussed if this was a good decision for our family. This time, my affirmation was a little more emphatic. A month later, Michelle brought Scott home, surprising both my sister-in-law and me. She poked her head up in the window, motioning me to “shhh.” Moments later, she walked through the door with the cutest little guy in her arms. This was the ‘80s, so of course he was wearing a

With Mother’s Day having just passed and Father’s Day coming up, I figured it would be the perfect time to share the story of how Michelle and I became parents. The story of our family coming together is unique, but I think the love we share is universal. Families, after all, aren’t defined by rules or standards; they’re defined by love, trust, and connection. When we were going through fertility treatments, my wife was working with disabled children as a pediatric therapist. During that time, we had also begun navigating the adoption process. I don’t know if you or anyone you know has considered adopting, but let me tell you, it’s complicated, expensive, and involves what feels like a lifetime of waiting.

—Al Jones PT, OCS, Cert. MDT

Michelle’s supervisor must’ve gotten wind of our search, because she asked Michelle if we

Advance: To move forward; to make progress; to move ahead. • 1

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