[2] I am going on my life journey, going where I feel God has called me to go and I meet a stranger in my way. The stranger I meet is not my son, but something within my son that I must wrestle with daily. I wrestle with getting him to do his homework, doctor appointments, hearing aids that break down, glasses that get scratched and bent out of shape. I wrestle with how to break into his world when he gets caught in one of his patterns. I wrestle with his future; will he ever be on his own? I wrestle with keeping up with all his needs and the needs of my other son, the housework, the dishes, laundry and groceries. I wrestle with all these things and they tire me out, but I won't let go until God blesses me. I don't like the fact that my child is different than other children. I don't like that he is falling behind his classmates. I want to be blessed. I want something good to come out of this. I demand a blessing for all of my wrestling.

[3] Then there is the moment Micah says something so cute and so precious that I am blessed. He teaches me about living in the moment, living in the present. He shows signs that he just might be able to make it in this world.

[4] One day when Micah was having his piano lesson, his brother (Nicholas) was being impatient for his lesson which is after Micah's. Nicholas was hovering over Micah and his piano teacher. Micah says to him, "Nicholas I know you like to play the piano, but it is my turn now. You have to wait." I wouldn't have handled that nearly as well.