Well, apparently things are looking good in Rye’s world these days.
He got up the other morning and told me he had a great dream. He dreamed there was chocolate milk everywhere and he was drinking it with a 14 karat gold cup. As much as he wanted.
So funny how his world gets translated. But it’s a good sign – a very good sign – he must feel secure again.
Then yesterday evening I was sitting in my room and I could hear him coming down the hallway to see me. He was perkily singing “Here Comes Santa Claus”. It was great. And so pure. I know he was doing it because he thought no one could hear or see him, which makes it all the more genuine.
And moments like this make me realize there is very much still a child in that body that is rapidly growing into adulthood. Even with the tough “cool middle-school” exterior he often like to display these days.
Rye’s emotions have been running up and down the past few weeks. It is not uncommon to see him laughing and joking and having a good time at one part of the day and crying with great sadness in another part of the day. And like clock work his demeanor gets especially exaggerated around the holidays with all of the anticipation, excitement, and merriment of the season.
But that’s ok.
He has sad moments But they pass. Overall he is happy, healthy and content and for me, that’s the best Christmas present I could ever receive.
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Puts one’s life in perspective, huh? When asked what he wants for Christmas my husband always says, “A happy family”. The girls tease him about it. I add, “A happy and healthy family.” I am so glad he is doing better! Take care.
That is the most wonderful present of all! Glad to hear things are going good.