There was a time when my husband had to let go of such dreams. All of the typical things a Dad dreams of doing with his son were not possible because of my son’s moods. He was either too depressed, anxious or agitated, this of course stole any self confidence and made him give up easily when frustrated or refuse to play all together. But this weekend, my husband bought a new football and tried once again to play a game of catch.
I wish you could’ve seen the smile that was on both of their faces, the pride my son had when he caught the ball or even better, when he could throw it past his Dad. What was a game of catch to most, was a dream come true for us.