Wait and See, Wait and See

This journey with a child who has a physical disability is one I never thought I would be on.  We were thrown into a “wait and see” life. 

• Will he learn to roll over? Wait and see.
• Will Mason sit up on his own?  Wait and see. 
• Will he have learning difficulties because of the brain malformation (Chiari II)?  Wait and see. 
• The list goes on and on.

Then there are the moments when I watch my other 6 children and my heart hurts because I know that Mason will never run after them through the house.  He’ll never jump off the furniture.  He’ll never know what it’s like to climb to the top of a slide all by himself or climb a tree.  My heart hurts for the difficult things he’ll face, the people who will hurt his heart because he’s different.  Wait and see.  That’s all I have to go on.  That, and the promise of a Savior who will set all things right, who will heal Mason’s body in the resurrection.  That’s enough for me.   

Mason is a fighter.  He’s so strong and amazes me every day.  Today he was trying to roll over after a diaper change! This son who can’t even feel his legs, who has heavy shoes on for his brace, he’s already fighting, he wants to roll. He has a big spirit in a little body.  He adores his siblings and they adore him. He’s a precious gift who is teaching me every day to rely on my Heavenly Father, to trust in the path He’s placed us on.  It not an easy lesson.  I need to readjust my perspective often.