August 27, 2010
My husband and I have spent a considerable chunk of the past two years worrying about our youngest son. Cameron was born with some problems related to his contraction of a virus in utero and has struggled in nearly every area of growth and development. My worries compound considerably on days like today, when Cameron was around kids roughly his same age.
I came home from the park stressed, frustrated, and in desperate need of a Coke. After kicking off my shoes and removing Cameron's at the front door, I made my way to the refrigerator. When I returned, I found that my son had taken his shoes and put them inside of mine.
A small gesture and a tender reminder of what I know, but too often forget: namely, that while most of our kids eventually will get where they're going, some will walk with us a little while longer than others.