I had a sweet moment with my son this morning. This boy who is more of a man than a boy now.

We were both up early.  Me for my normal morning routine.  Him for his first breakfast before going back to bed on a lazy Saturday morning.  He was getting his meds and a conversation began.  I am not sure exactly how it happened but we began to talk about those early days before meds.

Those were chaotic days.  Lots of huge emotions.  Raging, panic, paranoia, giddy laughter – you name it, we experienced it at the extremes of your imagination.

This morning that seems so very far away.  I am looking at my boy-man, bigger than me, leaning over to hug me.

I told him about how we came to his current med mix. It was a journey, as it often is, of trying one med, seeing some benefit but still not stable.  Then trying another med.  Frankly, I am a believer that it is as much art as science.  I know this part is what makes many think this is not actually medical/scientific but much more spiritual/behavioral.

Their thoughts don’t actually matter much to me right now.  The reality is that we were in such crisis and God extended His grace to our family through medication.

And today, I look at this bigger than life boy-man and think he is growing up well.  He is learning to manage his life challenge.  We still hit bumps in the road – some louder and more disruptive than others (what Mom of a teenager would not say the same?)

But today, I am grateful for how far we have come.  I look with anticipation to see how God will continue to carry us in our  journey together.  He is so faithful.

Grateful for many things,

~ Hannah