When I found out my son was diagnosed as autistic - I went through the stages of grief.
I saw my hopes of coaching my son's little league baseball team, watching my son graduate from college, and passing on my family traditions to my son slip from the dreams that were delivered to me on the day he was born.
Notice the focus above - I, me, my.
When embracing my son for who he is and what he loves - dreams are reborn.
Three Christmases ago, as she held a gingerbread kit in the grocery store, the wife of my youth turned to me and proposed an idea "...let's see if Davy would like to do this."
A Christmas tradition was born!
Now in our third year, it is exciting to see that Davy gets excited at Christmas time and enjoys - gingerbread houses.
I saw my hopes of coaching my son's little league baseball team, watching my son graduate from college, and passing on my family traditions to my son slip from the dreams that were delivered to me on the day he was born.
Notice the focus above - I, me, my.
When embracing my son for who he is and what he loves - dreams are reborn.
Three Christmases ago, as she held a gingerbread kit in the grocery store, the wife of my youth turned to me and proposed an idea "...let's see if Davy would like to do this."
A Christmas tradition was born!
Now in our third year, it is exciting to see that Davy gets excited at Christmas time and enjoys - gingerbread houses.
