Gratitude

Sometimes I lose focus. Get caught up in the hustle and bustle. The hours fly by. The days melt together. The weeks slip into months. Then for a moment it all stops. Reality. Life. It catches up with me and remember what I am doing here and the small part that I play....the part I play in the life of my children.

I like to believe that I am a grateful person and that I appreciate most of my blessings and gifts, but I don't think I ever feel such a deep feeling of gratitude as when the moment hits me and I realize how many people, amazing and wonderful people are invested in and so lovingly care for my sweet boy.

Last week I sat in his elementary school prepping for an IEP meeting. I was full of anxiety and even some dread. I really have a hard time in these meetings. It is so raw and so real, but I was surrounded by his wonderful teachers, therapists, psychologist, and TBI rep and I just couldn't help but feel such an overwhelming feeling of deep gratitude for everyone who has played a role and continues to play a role in loving, nurturing, guiding, shaping, and caring for this sweet little angel boy of mine. His spirit is one in a million and sometimes I forget that through the struggles, the ever so common power struggles, meltdowns, frustrations, and confusion...  He is so special, so very special. I know his Father in Heaven loves him dearly, more than I could ever comprehend. I know Drew is watched over and that his Father in Heaven knows him so well and what he needs. As long as this little man has been with us there has NEVER been anything Drew has lacked in care. He always gets what he needs. His school team is truly a "dream team", extended family adores him, friends cling to him, strangers are drawn to him, and doctors remember him.

I sat in the car after spending an hour discussing my very busy, charismatic, lively, sweet, tender son's educational future for the next year just feeling so overcome with gratitude. I tried to think of a way to express this gratitude to all those family, friends, teachers, therapists, medical professionals, and even strangers who have lovingly cared for and prayed for my son. I tried to think of the words that would describe what I feel in my heart and it is just impossible.

The days will continue to move on and I am sure it will blur into weeks and months as it always does, but I know I can always rely on Drew to bring me back; to bring me back to what really matters and to remember what I am doing here and what is truly important. Oh how I love that little boy and am so glad he is in our little family forever and ever.