Little things, really really little things, remind you that you never really do..
Today in the car home from school, DS2 was happily (and excitedly) talking about Santa (yes in July I know
) How Santa always waves to the people tracking him at Norad etc etc.
I was vaguely listening and turned to him when the thought entered my head 'must give him a shave tonight'
Then the two things collided in my skull.. he's 14, he still UTTERLY believes in Santa, and he needs me to shave his top lip because he is a young man now.
Then my eyes filled up, because no matter what, no matter how much we accept his LDs and ASD no matter how amazed we are and grateful that he talks and is healthy and happy in his world.... the reality if his disability sucks and after 14 years still hurts...:(.