Wash it first
Today, Brett left Brace #1 in the dust. We drove up to BJC and he was fitted for brace #2. He inspires me with his attitude. He came out of church yesterday morning, beating his stomach (this is where his brace is) and said “Mom this is the last full day I am wearing this thing.” With so much pride in his tone.
I just responded “I know B.” (secretly wishing he didn’t have to get another one) I asked “What do you want to do with this one B?”
“I want to put it on my wall!” I could squash that dream, knowing it’s hideous and pretty beat up, or I could embrace it and his positive attitude.
“B we’ll do whatever you want. You should be proud of obstacle conquered”.