When Chernet came home 4 months ago, we did not know if we would ever go out to eat or return to our sense of normalcy. He was crazy....untamed, resistant to love and to discipline. That child is one I rarely see glimpses of home... But I remember them.... I can remember those days... for good or for bad.
When he started school, he invaded other children's personal space. He did not listen to the teacher. He did many many things that pushed other children's limits. I remember those days. I feared because of those days my son would not make friends, be accepted or be allowed to move on.
Thankfully children do not have the MEMORIES of adults.... Last week, Chernet had his Christmas performance at school. They did one song with instruments, one with singing, and one with dance. As we circled the school looking for an open entrance, Chernet grew more and more excited. We walked into the lobby and one little boy screamed his name and ran to hug him. Then, the other door opened and another little boy saw him and screamed, "CHHHHEEERRRNNEETTT" as he ran to hug my son. I got choked up as Chernet turned to say "my school...my friends" with a huge smile on his face.
I am thankful that children do not have my memory and really do forgive and forget. If only we adults operated more in this mindset. Nonetheless, I am thankful my boy has friends and is moving past things from four months ago....now it is time for me to do the same!