Sorry we haven’t posted in a while. I have been down in Texas this week with the laptop. But I’m back home with the fam again, and I wanted to throw this in before I let Sara out of the kitchen (Oh come one, it’s a joke! But she really is in the kitchen…)
Jack’s waves of progress and regress have numbed me a little over the past year. He learns new words. We get excited. People tell us “Yah! He’s getting better! God is healing him!” And I smile politely. Maybe. I hope they’re right. But they don’t understand that the downs always follow the ups. If the pattern serves, he will lose those words in a week or two, and we’ll wonder where he has gone again. It’s happened so many times, my expectations now oscillate a safe distance between jadedness and denial. For better or for worse, that’s the way it is. Continue reading “A Careful Sort of Hope”
