Evan is at Camp Jumpstart this week, a camp run by our school district for kindergarten kids who need a little extra help for whatever reason to transition to first grade. We had a tough day yesterday dropping him off there–he cried a lot. And, we had a tough evening last night at soccer camp. I was spent last night and have carried that fatigue into today. When I went to pick him up this afternoon, there was a father there waiting for his daughter. He went on to tell me that his daughter has a twin brother but that the child is autistic and completely non-verbal at 6 years old. “Wow,” I said, “I can’t imagine how hard that must be.” He said that it is terribly hard and that the boy goes to a special school everyday that is about 40 minutes from here. My two younger kids were running around as we waited and I told them to calm down. He said, “I’d give anything to hear my son scream like that.” “I’m sure you would,” I said, sympathetically.
Changes my perspective on things today. One little statement from a father with heartache spoke loudly to me today.
I’m always amazed at how God puts people like that father in our lives to remind us of our many blessings.
Good post.
I appreciate God’s gentle way and how He softly speaks and makes a big impression.
That spoke to me too! It’s so easy to forget sometimes, that things could be worse, and how blessed we truly are.