This was a week that required more than the usual dose of advocacy he needs, deserves.
And it was a week of unexpected challenges.
Challenges that necessarily resulted in changes.
Changes that made him cry. Sit in the back seat of my car and weep.
Tears that pulled me apart, left me wondering what would have been the effect had I stayed silent.
Questioning how I show my love, my support, my devotion.
Wondering if I should just slip into a mass of acceptance and apathy.
Just let things go.
Let things go so my child doesn’t cry.
Don’t stand up because it could knock my child down.
“Fall down seven times, get up eight.”
And I realize without the tears, there can be no growth.
Without the fall, none of us ever gets the chance to rise.