In the midst of the day-to-day, there are many things that can be overlooked. A blessing of having a child with special needs is the ability to rejoice in things that others (or myself with my older child) may take for granted.
Suddenly, the magic of reading has entered Max's life. He has started to recognize sight words. He is able to determine beginning consonant sounds of words. He makes requests. He speaks in sentences. He is having "emerging" conversations. The threat of "Santa's watching" works as behavior modification. He can write capital and lower case letters. He can count objects. He imitates tones of voice for requests. He understands that, because it is cold, he needs to wear a coat.
Let's not forget son #1...who knows in the equation y= mx + b which term refers to the slope and which refers to the y-intercept. Who has achieved an A in high school algebra as an eighth grader with minimal to no help from his mother or father. Who completed a science fair project with only minimal adult help. Who gets As and Bs with minimal effort.
This weekend I am most grateful for being able to see what I have been given rather than what I am missing.
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