He's mine. I love him, I get frustrated with him, I crave his hugs, miss that crinkly little thing his eyes do when he isn't smiling, I plead with him to do his homework, try to teach him to be an advocate for himself with his Celiac, encourage him to expand beyond his comfort zone, beg him 500 times to GET DRESSED in the morning, remind him that he is a constant example for his little sister, I cried with joy when he learned to ride a bike, I eat up the look of rapture on his face when we read "Peter and the Starcatchers", I feel his pain, I feel his pride, I worry.
I know that someday, things will just "click" for him and life won't be so hard. Making friends will become easier, doing homework won't feel so overwhelming, having patience with his sister won't be so hard. But for now, right now I know he's doing the best he can to just make it through the days. I'm proud of him and I love him no matter what. And if I could take on half of what is burdening him, if I could take away the anxiety disorder- the Celiac, the ADHD- I would... but all I can do is offer my support.
Just LOOK at that marvelous boy.... how could I not?
4 comments:
Adorable!
He just made me smile! What a wonderful gift!!
Oh Kat, what a sweet entry!
i think you've completely summed up how i feel about my children. very well written.
i'm sorry for my lack of blogginess. i've been slightly overwhelmed as of late and can't even get around to reading blogs.
how is the new job?
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