I’m doing a short devotional on being a parent to a special needs kid and it’s helped me so much. I’m the first to say that all parenting is hard. It also feels good, though, to have someone else put an asterisk on “all” and write in the footnote: but I see you, Carolyn. It’s nice to have her therapist say they’ve loved working with us and appreciate my dedication. And I get a lump in my throat thinking about when I broke down crying in front of Gertie’s neurologist, and she, in a comically unemotional tone, said, “I’ve seen many children come through here, Carolyn. And not many of them have parents like Gertie’s.” In an immature way I guess I just crave a never ending stream of thankfulness for me. On earth. But this verse has been placed on my heart and it’s pulling me out of that shortsightedness, to appreciate the delay in gratification and focus on the finish line: “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians‬ ‭6‬:‭9‬

If I do not give up.