At some many points on this journey I have made choices. So many times in that time I have felt that I had no choice but to go with the option I went with. For me this “lack of choice” was fed by feeling powerless and vulnerable, and sadly the “lack of choice” feeling caused me to feel powerless and vulnerable. And on and on it went.

It is hard to feel positive when the option you picked is really the best of a bad lot, and not something you want to be choosing, and yet there is the choice waiting to be made.

One of those choices was that I chose The Boy ahead of the thoughts and opinions of the other adults in my life. That choice had consequences and even in light of those consequences, I would make the same choice over and over again. This is something that I have told him.

I was telling a friend about this particular choice from our journey. When I got to the end and said that I had chosen him, she replied “What a wonderful feeling, to know that you are chosen.”

That is one of the gifts I give the boy every day.