By Richard LeDue
It was a toy truck that convinced me it was best for him to see the pediatrician. He didn’t play with it like one would expect, but he turned one of the back wheels with his fingers over and over again. There was no imaginative game of the plastic truck traveling around my parents’ living room. I’d even sit with him and try to show him how to ‘drive’ the truck. However, he’d either go back to the wheel or start lining up his toy blocks.
I had spent months in denial, only to learn acceptance from a six-dollar toy truck.
This brought a tear to my eye.
Heart wrenching.
Oh my heart, my dear husband. You are such a great Daddy to our boy! He is an amazing little man! Perfect just the way he is! I am so proud of you both! Those were hard times but we did what was best for our little man and he has come a long way!
That story has the ring of truth , and a sad, sad truth it is. Superb.
There is relief and freedom when moving on in truth. The hard work ends with a degree of ease and starts instead with an important purpose. Blessings to you and your family.