Last evening’s glow of thankfulness has persisted into today. My son who we thought might not ever be able to pursue any self-fulfilling endeavor was in our living room working on an Art assignment and talking about what should or shouldn’t be included in his short essay. My son who always has been intelligent and witty but who was restricted by something we couldn’t understand is free – free to travel his path. Free from the restrictions that held him down and free to explore, question and embrace this big world in which we live.
If you had asked me two years ago if I could envision such a scene as last evening, I would have had to despairingly replied “never”. Yet, there we were, four of us excitedly interjecting another thought into the assignment my son was completing. And my son, my beloved son, enlivened by our conversation but even more so invigorated by being a part of an academic community. Something I know he thought would never happen for him.
It took many hours to get here. Rivers of tears were shed and mountains that had seemed insurmountable were climbed. This mama never gave up and that made all the difference. Perseverance does not always result in a victory such as this but how thankful I am that in this instance it has!