Last night as I was getting into bed (you should see me do it with a tall bed and a cast that weighs 67 pounds-so graceful) I thought about how nice it would be to have my leg back. I don’t think I’ve ever been really grateful for my right leg. It’s a funny thing that trials (not that the leg thing is much of a trial, but it does give me something to whine about) that make us so grateful for things we’ve never thought of.
It’s like with Casey. Everything that came natural for a typical developing child is something that Casey has to learn how to do. But when he does- it’s a total thrill. I didn’t realize how great all these little steps were with Carter, and even Peyton. For Casey, there was never a ‘ma ma’ stage after his diagnosis (he started to talk a little before he had his big regression- when he lost all of his speech, his eye contact and his ability to imitate). One day, as we were getting ready for church, from downstairs I hear him yell “MOM!” it brought me to my knees. He’d been in speech therapy for over a year at that point. Every time he hugs me or sneaks in bed to cuddle with me I’m more grateful for it than I would have been if he didn’t have autism. I was even thrilled the first time he lied to me. Everyday there’s something new. It’s like having a visible reminder everyday that Heavenly Father loves me. Casey is a miracle. His progress is a miracle.
I’m grateful for my trials.
I’m also grateful for my friends. I just got on the donation page to find that several of you have donated- a lot! I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me. I’ve been so blessed.