Our little man has had a few wins this week, and I can't let time go by without celebrating them.
His first dentist visit on Tuesday. For a child with sensory processing issues to sit through x-rays and cleaning with no fuss? Akin to a miracle.
His IEP meeting on Wednesday--the moment when 5 school teachers/counselors/speech therapists all get together to decide Jon's fate for the next year. He's been through weeks of testing and came out... amazingly well? Words like "high" and "very high" were used to describe the abilities of... my Jon? I'm still in awe.
So many times in the last four-and-a-half years I have felt like not enough for this boy. That God must have made a mistake, because I don't know how to be his mama. But I read these words this morning with a renewed sense of my purpose in Jon's life:
"What if God said, "What mama is strong enough, persevering enough, tough enough to bend without breaking under the weight of the choices this child will make?
What mama is willing to be humbled to the point of humiliation yet not blinded to the wisdom found like diamonds in dirty places?
What mama will not just pray about this child but will truly pray this child all the way through their stuff?
What mama will be courageous enough to let me write her child’s story?”
And then God points.
I can’t say I ever wanted God to be pointing in my direction.
I can’t.
But sometimes we get the unexpected."
Every week won't be like this. Most days don't feel like a win. But God chose me, and God made Jon, and we're working it out together.
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