mixed emotions

If you know me, I am usually a happy person. In fact, my husband says I live in "Karen World" where everything is sunshine and rainbows. I tend to always focus on the possitive and try to see the good in people (except my father in law--that one is tough). Today though, that has been a challenge.
Today we had Paxton's evaluation with the Infant and Toddlers Program. There is nothing good about hearing that your son's communication level is that of a 6-9 month old and he has a 25% delay. I knew it going in. I should not have been surprised. I almost expected it, but hearing someone else say it and judge my child hurt. So he doesn't talk....or eat solids. I still think he's pretty great. He's adorable and sweet and lovable. He gives awesome hugs and has the most contagious smile. It seriously was upsetting.
After dwelling on it most of the day, I came to realize that I shouldn't take this as a blow to my ego. It isn't about me. It's about Paxton. I shouldn't ask...why me? why my kids? Instead, I should be grateful. I have a happy healthy son. Sure, he has some issues, but I should be thankful that God gave him parents who care enough to help him. Parents who will love him unconditionally. So...with that said...I guess I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself and just be happy. I have a son who is with me. He is amazing and wonderful.