On Friday at 9am Alex closes on his house.
Sometimes I find my fingers striking keys on this keyboard that I never dreamed would be strung together in a sentence. Just shows me how limiting my dreams can be when they are applied to someone else. That's a good lesson for myself, allow each person to be all they can be and who knows, you may be surprised.
I always had high expectations for my kids. I kinda see the flaw in that thinking now. Nothing wrong with high expectations for them but allowing their success or falling short of those expectations cannot define me.
Monday poor little Tyler broke his toe and had to get a couple of stitches. I expected to go down there to visit him last night and find him limping and curled up on the couch being a hurt little baby. When we drove up he was sitting in a chair on the front porch with his daddy. He smiled and got down as if there was no bandage and big protective sock on his foot. He ran, not limped over to the toy box pulled out his bat and ball and immediately threw the ball to grandpa. He wanted play ball. Once again my preconceived expectations were less than what was real and possible.
Before we left Alex was sitting alone on the couch and I said to him, "Son, I am proud of you. What you have done in just a couple years well......I would never have dreamed. I am proud."
His response, "Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you guys."
Heart in throat moment.