This sounds horrible. Why would you grieve for a child who is a living and loving an part of your life right here and now?
But it’s true. I grieve every time I realize that things I thought he would be able to do are just not attainable. It seems selfish, I know. It’s not his fault, I should be able to accept him for who he is and be happy for all he can do and all the things that he is so very good at.
Reality isn’t that easy or perfect.