Recently, during a conversation with a really special friend, we somehow started talking about the power of an apology; not only for the one who deserves it but also the one who gives it. I felt really bad about all of those little moments when I took it for granted that he could easily see things when in reality it was difficult. The next morning on the ride to school, I started the conversation off with, “Remember the time .. When you were younger and ….…the conversation continued……and it ended with …. Having a vision impairment must be hard, I just wanted you know that I am sorry for not understanding things when you were younger. I just didn’t know. I told him how proud I am of him, not about accomplishments, but of him, and person he has become. I am very blessed to have you as my son. He took his knuckle, tucked it under his glasses, wiped a tear and told me that I was a pretty good, “Mom.”
This is all he neds-http://youtu.be/2Vbg2dpX-EY
