Hello Readers,
I know it's been a while since I have written anything. A lot has gone on since my last post. My eldest son turned 25 years old and my youngest son turned 21 years old and graduated from school. He is now in an adult program for the developmentally challenged. However "sad" this may seem to others, we view it as a milestone and an achievement. So suffice it to say, I feel blessed.
These children (I have two) are so beautiful. They are handsome, physically (you are unable to tell they have mental challenges)and they have beautiful personalities. They are loving and easily pleased. They do not care about name brands, cell phones, the internet, etc. They simply enjoy being with their family and friends. They hug and kiss you, when young men their age would shun mom's demonstrations of affection. They willingly go to Walmart and even push the cart. They tolerate mom's buying them new clothes and wanting to take a picture of them wearing them. They welcome new people into their lives and are a great barometer of who is a good person at heart. I could go on and on.
I once read a poem and it described having a disabled child like landing in a country you did not buy a ticket to. Perhaps you wanted to go to the Caribbean and found yourself landing in Holland. The writer so aptly wrote. If you spend all your time agonizing over not being on the beach, then you will miss all the beauty Holland has to offer.
Although, it is sometimes still difficult to see my two handsome sons with this mental challenge and sometimes wonder what they would be like if they were so called "normal". I believe that my boys (they are still my boys)are a reflection of the love I have for them. I have learned to trust God and "lean not on my own understanding"(Proverbs 3:5). God is my strength and my refuge (Psalm 46:1), and because of Him, I am able to live life to the fullest, love with all my heart, and laugh with the deepest part of my soul.
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