Here in this moment I will enjoy my boy. Yesterday I could not. I wanted to but struggled so much. At the end of day review I have with myself, as I wait to grow sleepy, I knew there had not been much to celebrate. Just a lot of impatience, annoyance, frustration, pity parties and general sadness with the situation. On both our parts. To be honest, this is more common than we might care to freely admit.
Daily I ask God for more patience. For joyful moments; chances to appreciate this child who is wired so differently. I long to have a connection with him. Even if that means just ten minutes enjoying something together. I’ll take it…
For several hours now we have been crouched on the floor making a grand old mess. Fabric scraps mix with cardboard and paper leftovers as we cut and glue our way to happiness. We might think differently but we share a love of making. This school project suits us down to the ground. He is unable to communicate to me thoroughly the relevance of this task. I don’t know when it’s due or what it’s for. But here in this now I don’t care. We are both in a contented place – together.
Now, your turn…