Today, I am traveling out to see David. So excited to see the little man. It has been a month since we placed him out there.Tweet #fighting4answrs
I am proud of all of my kids.
My bride and I have five children, two girls and three boys. The girls have been driving for a while now.
Today my two oldest boys started behind the wheel. That long dreaded day for any parent, and long dreamed of day for the teen.
The oldest has had to fight for everything he has. He struggled to eat as an infant because of a cleft palette. He struggled to walk. He struggled to talk. He struggles to learn things that come so much easier to his peers.
Today, he told me that he is nervous about driving.
My instructions to both boys, since they are partners this week in Behind the Wheel, was that they needed to be considerate of each others skills. They need to remember that they both have strengths and weaknesses. And that they should be complementary, rather than negative in their observations of each others driving abilities. No one masters driving the first day.
Knowing his brother, he memorized the instruction manual from the state already and is ensuring that everyone in the car is following the letter of the law verbatim.
Honestly, I couldn’t be prouder of any of my kids. They continue to amaze me with their intellect and abilities. Their dreams, and wishes.
Before David’s 12th birthday, we moved him, temporarily, to a different facility so that he could undergo a med wash.
All the reports I have received have been about how good a child he is, and how he listens.
That is great. I am happy that they see how good he can be. He is manipulating them. I keep telling them, he is in the honeymoon phase. When he gets everyone figured out, he will revert to the David we all know and love.
Don’t get me wrong, I love our son. I miss him constantly. I don’t miss the behaviors. I don’t miss the fights, I don’t miss staying up for two days praying for him to fall asleep. I don’t miss him abusing our animals. I don’t miss having our other children lock themselves away in their bedrooms because they are afraid to come out.
Wake up people!… Be the professionals that you claim to be.
I can tell you until I am blue in the face that he is in the honeymoon phase. Believe me.
On Monday, we have a staffing at the facility where David normally lives. We are praying that they will accept him back when we get done with the med wash.