I wish last fall when the school picture on the left came home and I looked deep into my son’s tired eyes, at his strained smile, I could have had a vision of the picture on the right.
I wish I could have known that just one year later his exhausted but still beautiful face would be transformed–that his eyes would brighten, his smile turn genuine.
I wish I could have known for certain that everything we were doing to ensure his health, his happiness, was right–that no matter the challenges, he was going to emerge on the other side of it all stronger.
But I didn’t have that vision. I didn’t know.
I only believed.