For months now, I take my kids to school( with the exception of Isaiah),and I watch the kids walking in and walking out. I sit in the car and wonder, actually I LAMENT !”why can’t Isaiah just be normal?”
What is wrong with me ?? Why would I want a normal kid ??
Isaiah is funny and smart and charming, he loves God, he loves dogs, but most of all he loves ME ! Even with all of my oddities and hang-ups, he loves me. My son might not be like all the other so called normal kids, and that can be hard at times, but hey…he hasn’t been on this planet for that long. Maybe he just hasn’t adjusted to the culture yet. Maybe, if I am very lucky, he never will.
rough and soft
tough and sweet
wings, but also feet
down in the dirt
and up in the sky
my beautiful cowboy butterfly