Like A Child
My three year old cried in disappointment when I turned into his preschool parking lot, but he didn’t protest when I got him out of the car. He accepted my hand and walked beside me as tears rolled down his cheek. The other kids and their parents parted the way in sympathy as they heard us approaching. His teacher greeted him with a sincere hug and he searched her eyes for security before taking her hand. With bottom lip quivering he willingly walked away from me. Before I was out of the parking lot, I asked God to comfort him. I thought of him in a classroom with a dozen other kids, being redirected to focus, follow directions, sit still, and “use words”…all things he is unable to do right now. He is on the spectrum and nonverbal today is his 2nd day of special education preschool. I know he needs to be there, but it hurts to leave him anyway, because I love him. Instantly my heart filled with peace and I realized
