Faith is not believing things will always work out but that you will be ok regardless of how they do.
It was an up and down week at school. So the start of the holidays was so welcomed.
T made a lovely note for Santa last night.
When he woke up this Christmas morning, he could hardly contain his excitement.
He even dressed up for the holiday occasion.
We went straight to opening gifts.
Among T’s bounty this year, included a Sonic plushy he had eyed during multiple visits at the mall and the new Sonic game for the Switch.
The hubby got me a black Power Ranger t-shirt and my favourite chocolates.
I got him his favourite chocolates and a book from his favourite author.
T had egg nog for breakfast and Whopper chocolates for lunch – and I didn’t bat an eye, because it’s Christmas.
I picked up and brought Ma over for hotpot lunch.
T asked her to cut him an apple while I finished prepping our lunch.
T also got a thank you card from Santa.
The note read:
Thank you for the cookies and milk. How very thoughtful of you.
You have a wonderful smile and a caring heart.
Believe in your goodness, be kind and work hard – and great things will come your way in life.
Merry Christmas sweet boy.
This message was as much a reminder for him as it was for the hubby and I.
During the more challenging moments with school, it was easy to forget that at the core of this boy who gets disregulated and whose exhibited behaviour are related to a disability – is a sweet, caring, bright, funny child with so many gifts.
We got a Christmas greeting text from his school CYW this morning.
About two weeks ago, she got reinstated in his classroom to work with him 1-1 for the indefinite future – fingers crossed until June.
She has already made a difference, after several months of rotating classroom supports that has left T and everyone feeling frustrated.
She gets him and is achieving positive results.
We wished her a Merry Christmas and told her she is the best gift we as T’s parents could hope for.
Christmas to me has always been a season of reflecting on and restoring faith.
In recent years, and through this FASD parenting journey, the meaning of faith continues to evolve.
Today, it means that things may never work out the way we imagined, but we will be ok.
I enjoyed watching T open his gifts. Seeing his uninhibited joy is heart-filling. He gave me a big hug and said thank you afterwards.
Wishing you and your loved ones a Merry Christmas and all the best in the new year.