I just realised that I could see Son walking along the corridor of the hall from outside the fence of the school.
The next day, before sending him into school, I reminded him that Mummy would be standing outside his school, at a position where we could see each other from the outside of the hall. I told him that if he sees me waving at him, wave to me .
In a few minutes' time , there, I saw my boy making his way to the hall, then he stopped. He waved to me , and I waved back too, happily. Then after a few more steps , he waved at me again... I waved back to him again, too, only this time with a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes. It was truly an emotional moment for me as I recalled the journey I , or rather we, had went through so far.... together... From the time he could speak no words, could not express himself but to throw a big tantrum, to a boy who successfully made his way to the mainstream and the best class, no one could understand the pain , frustration and anger we had suffered and tears we had both shed , unless they are also parents of special kids.
I know that this is not the end but another new beginning . There will be more challenges ahead and I know too that I have to move on bravely and steadily, even though I may still be unable to hold back my tears , sometimes.
All these, for the sake of my dearest Son.
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