Grateful for my son's good fortune
Elie recently wrote about observing the fifth yahrzeit of his son Aaron's death. I can't believe it's been that long.
I'm so grateful that our son is still alive and, well, healthy enough to be a graduate student.
I'm so grateful that his learning and social-skills delays turned out to be delays rather than permanent disabilities. Some of our friends' adult children are still challenged by learning disabilities that have plagued them since childhood. Some have adult children whose disabilities didn't manifest until their teenage years, or later. Our son's mild-to-moderate hearing loss turns out to be easier to live with than some of the other disabilities making the rounds.
I'm so grateful that our son's still employed as a lab technician in grad school, rather than being "between jobs." One childhood friend of his, having earned undergraduate and graduate degrees from top-notch universities, got a fantastic, high-paying job. It lasted for less than a year, due to the economic downturn, and a new job has not yet made an appearance.
I'm so grateful that our son has been spared, thus far.
The "Missing Child" Formation--for Elie and Debbie, his parents, on his unveiling
"The Missing," a poem by Elie
I'm so grateful that our son is still alive and, well, healthy enough to be a graduate student.
I'm so grateful that his learning and social-skills delays turned out to be delays rather than permanent disabilities. Some of our friends' adult children are still challenged by learning disabilities that have plagued them since childhood. Some have adult children whose disabilities didn't manifest until their teenage years, or later. Our son's mild-to-moderate hearing loss turns out to be easier to live with than some of the other disabilities making the rounds.
I'm so grateful that our son's still employed as a lab technician in grad school, rather than being "between jobs." One childhood friend of his, having earned undergraduate and graduate degrees from top-notch universities, got a fantastic, high-paying job. It lasted for less than a year, due to the economic downturn, and a new job has not yet made an appearance.
I'm so grateful that our son has been spared, thus far.
The "Missing Child" Formation--for Elie and Debbie, his parents, on his unveiling
"The Missing," a poem by Elie
posted by Shira Salamone at 6:11 PM
2 Comments:
Whenever I read stuff like that, I give thanks to God that the worst my four children have to endure (other than having me as a father) is asthma, some food allergies, and some other minor issues to overcome.
Our son managed to develop kidney stones and Crohn's Disease while he was an undergrad, but the Crohn's is under control via prescription (covered by his grad-school-student medical insurance) and the kidney stones haven't bothered him again since their first appearance. Could be worse. Thank G-d for small favors--and big ones.
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