Upon arriving home last night, my son Brian remembered he has some math homework and proceeded (after two weeks) to open his school backpack. Inside, was his school-made Christmas gift, which really are my favorite gifts.
He excitedly hands it to me, all bent, wrinkled and boy-like as if it was Christmas morning all over again.
The gift is a book about our home. Within the wrinkled pages of this self-made book he writes that he is friendly, shy and intelligent – a lover of sports, animals, his parents and video games. He writes that he often feels happy, but has been anxious and sad at times in his life. He finds happiness with his dog, playing with his friends and going to sports events with his parents.
He writes that he needs more praise from his Dad, more challenges and would like to have more friends. Pretty self aware stuff (see the lump in my throat). I think I have finally done it, finally got him to the place where he feels safe to share his thoughts and is confident enough to say what he thinks.
So many years of working with him . . .what a wonderful Christmas gift.
And a great way to begin the New Year.
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