Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
Ironically, it’s his attempts to get out of showing me what he can do that has shown me the most.
This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.
If you’re busy yelling and screaming about the mistakes you make today, you lose the focus to erase them from the person you are tomorrow.
My non-verbal son isn’t telling me funny tales from his day. Yet, I’ve seen them all grow up. They’re a part of his life and it makes them important to mine.
It was normal. It was natural. It was perfect. That’s the truth.
When his face lights up, it lifts my spirits in ways I never thought possible.