The littlest of actions can be the biggest of moments. I stood next to the bus, as I watched the aide buckle Owen in. I always wave to him until the bus leaves. I put my hand in the “I love you” sign and move the two middle fingers up and down in a wave pattern. I want him to know I love him and I’m always there for him. I stood there in amazement as he lifted his little hand and waved to me. His hand was facing outward moving back and forth. Those few brief seconds moved me to tears. There was so much goodness and progress in those moments. He had to focus on me, he knew I was there, and he waved with his hand outward when he usually has it facing him. I’m still floating from that moment in time. Off he went to school, unaware of how much he moved me. He was so excited to go again today. He couldn’t wait for the bus to get there this morning, asking about his teacher, as we walked to the bus. The routine of school is back for us, even if it is only for a few weeks. He thrives in the routine and it makes it so much easier on our days. I’m thankful he likes school and the bus. I can’t imagine the struggle if he didn’t want to go. Last night, as he fell asleep in my arms, he looked up at me and he smiled that big toothy grin. My heart exploded with love, even though it had been a very emotional day. I try not to let the stress of our days linger, but still, it echoes through my mind. We have come so far, but there is still so much progress to be made. One day at a time. Always hold the little things close to your heart. You never know what someone else is going through and that little action of endearment may have taken all they’ve got to give it to you. Your story is important, you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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