What A Difference A Year Makes

     I just finished rereading my last years post about Chanukah. As I read it, I could clearly remember the sadness and pain I felt last year. The feeling that this is what the future held. Chanukah after Chanukah of disappointment for me as a parent. Let me tell you what a difference a year makes. I want to share with you the amazement and wonder I feel right now.
     Last night was the first night of Chanukah. As soon as the sabbath ended we ran in to the living room to light the menorahs. As is the tradition in most homes, we light in age order. My husband finished lighting his menorah and I turned to my oldest and said "Yonatan, your turn". He looked at me and said "no" and I thought to myself, here we go again. We then turned to our middle son and said "your turn". He started to sing the blessings beautifully, when out of the corner of my ear I heard my oldest say "when Raphi finishes, it is my turn". True to his word, as soon as his brother had finished lighting his candle, my oldest stood up, held the candle and with our assistance said all the blessings and lit his menorah with a big smile on his face. After my daughter finished lighting her candle we all sang the songs that follow and had a big dance party. Yonatan led the pack! And then, like any regular kid, he sat himself down on the couch and said "OK, I am ready for my present"! It was amazing. Even more amazing, was the smile on his face when he opened his "My Own Mailbox" with its red flag, post cards and all (A huge thanks to my good friend who found that one for me). He could not stop saying thank you very much to me and my husband. He was over the moon. He was enjoying Chanukah like any other child and I simply could not believe it.

     Tonight, the second night, we hosted my husbands family for a Chanukah party. Everyone came in time for the menorah lighting. Just like last night, my husband started us off and this time without even having to ask, my oldest came to the table and got ready to light his candles. As many of you know he is speech impaired and so it is not easy for him to say the brachot by himself. As he stood there reciting after us, to the best of his ability, I overheard my husbands Grandfather saying that it breaks his heart. It is very hard for him that his great grandson has trouble speaking and has special needs. It really causes him pain. As I looked at the tears in his eyes and then looked over at my son standing there lighting the candles, I thought to myself, this is not a painful moment. This is a joyous one. This is the moment when my son stood up and experienced Chanukah like all other children. I hope next year that is what my husbands grandfather will feel, because truthfully, it feels much better. It feels much better to look at my son with the pride of a Jewish Mother watching her son accomplish and enjoy what comes so easily to other jewish children. I truly hope that each year, I can go back and read my earlier posts and always be able to see Yonatans growth. It is these moments that really make it all worth while.