A Letter to My Son on Father’s Day
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When I was your age, I wondered if I would ever have a family of my own. I pondered what my husband would look like and how many babies I’d have. Whether they would be boys or girls. What color hair and eyes they would have. Who would you look like? What would you like to eat? What would you NOT like to eat? And so my imagination ran with thoughts of raising my own family. As a teenager, I often vowed I would not “turn into my parents” one day. Only because I didn’t recognize at the time what a wonderful thing that would be.
I’ll never forget the season my dad was teaching me how to drive. I think it must have made Mom too nervous to try, so driving lessons fell into Dad’s parenting department. We lived in a small country town, as you know, so there were no exit ramps, no major highways, and only one stoplight. On one particular occasion, Dad asked me to turn the car around and somehow I confused the gas pedal and the brake pedal….
I’m writing for my wonderful friends at Dayspring today. Be sure to head over there and read the remainder of this article HERE. It’s a cliffhanger! 🙂
Jist wanted to let you know that i have shared yoir book with some of the ladies at my church and they were all moved by it. One has said it has helped her to understand how families with a child with special needs think. I have since seen a change amongst our congregation. They have a group who pick up sime of our disabled adults and ensure they have someone to sit with during service and an area has been left available for one of our autistic children to sit where he is calm.
Thank you for sharing a part if your life with us.
oh Susan!! This has made my heart soo, soo happy today. Thank you for stopping by to leave this note.
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