Locked Out

Not too long ago, Grant and I had a little mishap when leaving Arby's. I always unlock the car, help Grant get in his seat, put my purse and keys in the front seat and buckle him in. On this day, I followed the same routine and shut the back door and attempted to open my door. That is when I discovered the problem. Somewhere in the process, I had managed to hit the lock button on the remote. My purse, my keys, my phone AND my child were in the car, and I was locked out. I knocked on the window and hollered "Grant, get out of your seat" (which he has NEVER even attempted to do). Grant, who had a chocolate shake in his hand, had no interest whatsoever in helping me and responded with a sweet "no" as he took another sip of his shake. I pleaded a few more times with him to no avail. He was too enthralled with his shake to help his poor momma out. I went inside and explained what I had done and asked to use a phone. The poor teenage kid working behind the counter took pity on me and handed me his cell phone. Luckily Danny was not on a call. He was at the station and had to drive home to get the spare set. Meanwhile, I stand outside the car and wait. I plead with Grant a few more times only to get the same sweet "no" followed by slurp slurp slurp. Then I hear a VROOOOM! Sure enough here comes my night in shining armor in. Dodge Charger topping the hill. PD 82 to save the day... Yet again!

School Starts Tomorrow

The time has come. School starts tomorrow. I sit here with tears. Tears of joy, pride, sadness and fear. I am so happy for Grant and this new chapter in his life and of course I am proud as a peacock of him. He is so smart, so funny, so handsome and so love able. I can't help but be a little sad, though. My baby is growing up. The baby and toddler years have gone. I am now the parent of a school boy - a Tannehill Brave. As any parent, and especially one of a special needs child, I am scared. Will his teachers understand him? Will the kids understand him? Will he be picked on or bullied? Will he make friends? Will he be able to let others know he understands?

So on this night here is my prayer:
Heavenly Father, thank you for choosing me to be Grants mom. He is a blessing beyond measure. I pray, be with him as he takes this new step. Give him courage. Give him confidence. Give him friends. Lord, help his teachers listen to what he has to say. Listen not only with their ears, but with their eyes and their sense of touch because Grant speaks with his.  Lord, let him learn great things. Let him spread his little wings. Let him grow. Lord, I pray you help me to step back so I may see him growing. Give me guidance to be the parent he so deserves. Amen!