"The van is here", Missy yelled as she peeked out our main door.
Devan's eyes instantly glimmered and a smile swelled across his face. He grabbed his bookbag and took off out the door at a full sprint squealing with excitement all of the way to the school van. Missy chased after him, buckled him up in the backseat and slid him a kiss goodbye.
Just a few years ago, when Devan was first diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, uncertainty and fear filled our minds. Flashes of dreams that we had for our little boy and had had since the beginning of Missy's pregnancy came crashing down like broken mirrors on the concrete sidewalk.
My son was going to love football. My son, with his agile movements and quick bursts of speed was going to excel at football. His adorable little face and handsome little body was going to have the girls knocking down our doors.
It broke our hearts, as we went to social gatherings and saw all of the other kids playing together and Devan off in the corner by himself. We screamed inside as our sorrow for him turned into sorrow for ourselves. Why was he dealt this deck of cards? Why was our family?
Slowly, over four challenging years, the dreams of who we THOUGHT our son was going to be have withered away and died like a flower after the first Fall freeze, as new dreams of who our son ACTUALLY is have blossomed like the most beautiful rose in the Spring.
In First Grade now, he absolutely loves school. He writes, he spells, and he's begun to read. He sits down and eats with the other kids and spends a large portion of his day in the regular First Grade Classroom. We have been amazingly blessed with a great Teacher and helpers that really care about Devan and challenge him to succeed.
And as for the Football, I couldn't care less. As his Dad, one of my goals is to find some activity that he really enjoys. Once we find that, no matter what it is, that's what we will work on. If he grows an interest for Football, so be it, but I'm not going to push that. Whether it's swimming, taekwondo, or gymnastics, if Devan enjoys it, I will be there right beside him.
I know that we have many challenges ahead, but I feel like we have reached a good spot for a sigh and to embrace the progress we have made so far on our journey.
What About You?
Do your expectations of how you think things should be get in the way of the beauty of how things are? Let the old wither away and embrace the beauty of what God has planned with the new.