Without words to comfort.
This could be many places and times in my past but today it was my son.
He is an active, gentle, sensitive, caring, emotional child
Last year they explained his struggle:
And they started to help
by training him, playing with him, listening to him
And the pain eased
Not as often did he melt into puddles of emotion because his frustration
Trying to answer questions,
Trying to make me understand,
Trying to let us into the world inside his mind.
Today, reading a book about communication disorders the pain surged up and bit me,
but only for a moment.
Who our son is and how he is made includes this. I thanked the Lord for the people He has placed in our lives to help our boy. I thanked Him for the book that is helping me better understand. I thanked Him for making our son just as he is, because I love him just as he is. And then,
I walked into the kitchen with him and started playing a game we have. You might think it sounds strange but I ask him, “What is this called?” and I point at the frig.
For him it is a real tricky question and one we have been practicing.
He got it tonight.
And I am so thankful, through the pain we have hope.