Love is doing the best I can, being patient and kind when I want to grab him and shake him. Love is endless doctors’ appointments and “wait and see”ing and second opinion-ing and praying. Love is daily reports from the teacher. Love is the highest-calorie (yet nutritious) foods I can think of so that one or two bites will sustain him.
Love is gently reminding him, every day—when he begins talking about how he is sure that any day now, a friend from last year at his old school will be sending him a birthday party invitation—that sometimes things change, people change, plans change, and that would be great, but who knows, and please don’t get your hopes up, just in case.
Love is also…
… recognizing that sometimes pure hope is rewarded, and that as much as I worry about what I have to teach him, sometimes he teaches me.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone.