Acceptance

Acceptance, denial, acceptance, denial… Today was probably one of the best days Owen has had. Top two traits for the day, tried to say lots of things and acted like a typical two year old.
Some days it seems like everything is exactly as it should be and he is having a great day… acceptance. And some days it seems like everything is a mess and I just don’t understand what happened that day… denial. I suppose it really isn’t denial but I just can’t believe I’m faced with these challenges but better yet I can’t believe he is faced with all these challenges.
When did life become so complicated? When did life become so easy? Every day I notice changes in my little dude and I think we’ve got this and then I ask him to bring me his shoes and he can’t do that but yet he can find shoes in a book or just point to his own shoes.
Today, as I sit and think how far he has come I think about how far I’ve come. Not to long ago maybe I was still in denial that my son is a special needs kid. I think about my own condition (I have hemihypertrophy) and wonder if my parents were in acceptance, denial,  acceptance, denial…