So life is still a mess..yep, FASD has away of doing that in any family. Elijah is still rough...but he has wanted to snuggle, be held and have us close by...that is such a gift and I wouldn't trade a minute of snuggle time with my son who struggles with autism. Hearing him spontaneously say, "I love you, Mommy," as he looks up from the game he is playing on his leapster has a way of renewing our sense of purpose...and remind us of why we do what we do.
I love this life. I really do. I wish I could take away the hurts that our kids go through, but when I can't...
I will hold their hand...and wipe their tears...
I will fight to get them the services they need...
and keep them safe when they rage...
I will walk past the holes in the walls and the broken things and give thanks that I have been given this life...not an easy one, but one worth living...
I will throw out all my "expectations" for my children and see them as God sees them...
I will teach them as we go through out each day..even if I want to just get things done...
I will say I am sorry when I am the one who has the bad attitude..
and I will celebrate with them the successes even when I sometimes wish the accomplishments were bigger and better.
Our 15 year old son, said "Good Morning, Mom..."
Progress. Around every corner, I can find it if I only look past all the defeat..the struggles...
...and I will celebrate the progress.
