I’m sitting in my living room, looking wistfully out the window, knowing that I’ve already spent my fair share of time outdoors, today.
I don’t want a sunburn and while I slather up when necessary…..I’ve never really liked the feeling of lotion on my body. So I opt for some indoor time….at least until I need to pick up the boys from school and then I’ll greet the sun with smiles and a spritz of sunscreen. Until then, I close my eyes and reminisce of the golden warmth soaking into my soul, revitalizing me.
When I open my eyes, I see evidence that Judah’s been here.
The dregs of his Honey Nut Cheerios and Almond Milk make me smile. This boy of mine is such a gift. He is an incredible living paradox. Verging on the edge of violence in his stance against injustice…….and yet indiscriminate in his compassion. Have I told you about the time we took the boys to see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and he cried when Ego was destroyed. He clasped my hands to his heart and whispered through his tears, “But WHY? Everyone deserves another chance?”
I don’t ever want him to lose that heart for others. I will fiercely protect and nurture that empathy, tenderness, and humanity with all my being. He is such a gift to me, to us…..to the world.
I look over to my right and see glorious creativity within the chaos of these walls. That stack of mail will become “creations” before it hits the recycling bin. I savour the moments when I can sit, drink my coffee and knit a few rows on a dishcloth. I like small projects because I can finish them in between all the glorious distraction. More often than not, that coffee grows cold and my knitting is interrupted but it’s ok because these moments don’t last.
The screams to break up a fight or get a snack for someone……they are becoming fewer. The yelling because there is no toilet paper on the roll and no one thought to look in the cupboard…….or because someone ate someone else’s ice cream. It’s still there but I’m less needed than I used to be. Which is good cause there’s still a whole lot of needy people in the family and I’ll take whatever reprieve I can get.
Moose – aptly renamed – as he’s not the smartest cat in the world……but he’s exactly what we needed. He gives his love freely and unabashedly. He allows for over excitable autistic hugs and purrs louder than I’ve ever heard from a cat. It’s like audible Valium to soothe our souls from whatever anguish and trauma we may be experiencing.
I need to pick the kids up. To leave this cocoon of quiet chaos. I don’t want to.
This week has been a tough one. One of my boys has been discriminated against because of a lack of understanding of who he is, what his struggles are and what supports he needs.
I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around what I’ve been feeling this week. This situation could have been avoided had there been more understanding, more inclusion, more compassion, more knowledge, and less selfishness.
If people had taken the time, energy and effort to know my son…..to really know him……they would not have treated him the way that they did.
If they had looked for and discovered his heart and soul….they would not have judged his struggles as defiance or disobedience.
If they had looked for, and discovered his abilities….then his disabilities would have been overshadowed.
If they had looked for and recognized his intense desire for relationship and connection…….they would have been able to see beyond the anxiety and disregulation.
I keep coming back to this idea of “knowing” and of “being known”. I believe there is a desire in all of us to really, truly be known. Maybe that thought terrifies us….maybe it excite us…..
I believe that our biggest fear in being truly seen and known, is the fear of being rejected……of not being accepted. That’s what we, all, want…isn’t it? To be known and to be loved, exactly for who we are. I’m not saying that we should never grow or work on areas of weakness. Growth and Personal Healing are critical, but being loved and accepted for who you are is so important.
I know that this is one of my deepest desires and yet, if I’m completely honest……I’m terrified that if you truly knew me, that you’d reject me.
I don’t know why I think that.
I don’t think I’m a bad person. I try to be authentic, open, and honest. If you only know me online, I believe that I’m the same person in real life. I can be funny. I can be serious. I try to live with compassion and not judge. I want to exemplify love in my words and my actions. I don’t shy away from the truth, nor do I want to hurt people with it. I share about the good and the bad. I speak with way too many exclamation marks and periods……..just like I type!!! I find it difficult to speak without my hands, without using facial expressions, and my whole body.
I often feel like I’m too “big”…….too “expressive”…….too “expansive”……
I feel like I’m constantly diminishing my true self because my true self is overwhelming.
I LONG for connection and yet, I’m terrified of it.
And maybe this is why I feel SO strongly for my children…….I see their intense desire for connection. I see their yearning for relationship. I see their hunger to be known………and accepted……and cherished.
And yet, they are big……their personalities can be larger than life. They can be overwhelming at times. But I SEE them……I KNOW THEM!
I see their hearts.
I see their souls.
I see their goodness.
I see their kindness.
I see their compassion.
I see their innocence.
I see their love.
I see their passion.
I see their zeal.
I KNOW THEM.
And yet, they’ve been hurt….too many times!
They’ve been hurt because people didn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t look beyond the struggles and disabilities to see them…..to truly KNOW them.
It hurts them.
It hurts me.
I believe that we miss out on some of the most precious treasures in the world, if we dismiss those who may be differently abled.
Maybe in really, truly seeing and accepting others; we too, will be seen and accepted………..what would our world look like then?
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This is a picture from earlier today. I love this little boy something fierce. It’s not that I don’t love the other boys (and girls) but this little one has his own piece of my heart, in much the same way that the others all have their own special pieces.
I had no plans to get pregnant with this one. He was such a surprise and at the time, I was so conflicted. I already had 4 children and had lost 4 others…I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to be pregnant again with all the accompanying anxiety, sickness and fatigue. And yet…..as soon as I knew I was pregnant, those fierce maternal instincts kicked in and I could not fathom not having him.
I was also conflicted because he would be our 5th child and life had not been easy with Jeremy and at that point, all we knew was that he was dealing with ADHD. It was while I was pregnant with Judah that we started to pursue an Autism Diagnosis for Jeremy. And then……just when we were expecting Judah to arrive, we discovered that Gelica was just starting an intense journey with Cancer.
So many dreams and plans that I had in regards to Judah’s birth were dashed. I like to believe that regardless of how your baby is delivered, that as long as the baby is healthy and alive – it’s a success. So by those standards, he arrived and was alive and was healthy and so………..SUCCESS!!!!
That time was such a difficult time filled with sorrow and so much grieving. There was so much stress. And this “ideal” that I had held of a peaceful home birth, followed by opportunity to enjoy my baby and his infancy was demolished. It was replaced with severe anxiety, chaos, fear, uncertainty, mortality, insomnia, medical knowledge that we never wanted to know about, and a family split between two places.
I honestly wondered WHY this baby was born. Why was he born into such unrest? I wondered if he somehow held a key to Angelica’s journey back to life. We actually saved his chord blood in the event that he was a possible match for Angelica and she needed stem cells. I feel so much guilt over that because in essence we robbed him of blood designed for him on the hope that it might be able to help another child…..so tough.
I (and the rest of the medical staff) were surprised when he was found to be an EXACT match for Angelica….BUT…there was not even half as much as she would need, if she needed it. I’m still not sure how that plays into anything and I pray desperately that we never EVER need him to “help” her out, not now or in the future.
I feel like his infancy was a blur. I tried with everything in me – and there wasn’t much – to hold onto him, to enjoy every moment that I could….but it also felt like I was giving him leftovers. It is definitely not what I had planned, hoped or imagined.
And yet, despite all the chaos, he remains a light in my world….in our world. Yes, as the youngest of five, he has this innate ability to find the exact perfect way to DRIVE EACH OF HIS SIBLINGS CRAZY and he uses that gift way too often. At the exact time, his sweet smile and tender heart can break through even the hardest anger that someone might be feeling…and he does that often, too.
It’s not that my others boys don’t have their own special “something” because they so very much do, but often they instigate or create the chaos. But this one….he swims through and above the chaos with the occasional foray into it. He wouldn’t want to be completely left out.
He is well beyond the ages when the older boys started displaying Autism and ADHD symptoms and behaviors. I feel like I’ve been on edge waiting, wondering if and when he was going to flip the switch. But, he retains the ability to focus, to sit, to listen, to reason, to see. He continues to amaze us with “theory of mind” that the other boys still struggle with.
In someways, his “abilities” are starting to exceed or move beyond in certain areas that his older brothers both struggle with. This can be something that is both exhilarating and saddening. It’s a reminder of the areas of deficit that the other boys have. It’s “in your face”, you can’t escape it….not that we can “ignore” the issues the boys have, but when your 4 year old is capable of understanding reason; and in contrast, your 7 year old or 14 year old are screaming the same sentence over and over and over again, in response to something you have asked them to do…..it’s unsettling.
It’s also a shocking reminder that this behaviour that you have been experiencing for the last 14 years is not actually a result of your terrible parenting. The fact that you have expectations of respect from all your children but some of those children are capable of more and some are capable of less…….A lot of that has to do with each individual child and their particular abilities and disabilities.
But this boy…….
He is a light in the darkness.
He is sunshine on a cloudy day.
He is love amidst the anger.
He is so often calm within the chaos.
He is gentle around the rough edges of our life.
He is easy to love.
He is quick to help.
He is quick to comfort.
I am so incredibly thankful that he was given to us.
We needed him….
I needed him……. more than I ever could have imagined.
His name means “praise” or “to praise”…..and its fitting.
This little man is definitely celebrated and praised for his love, his light, for his very being.
I have these brief moments of clarity. Unfortunately, they are clouded by the fog of chaos and exhaustion that is my life these days.
This past week has been particularly trying and yet, it’s really not any different than any other week around here.
Jeremy had an epic meltdown on Monday night….what that means is that he fought against everything we said and needed and asked him to do starting at 3:30pm. It exploded at 6:30pm, with him huddled in a sobbing, screaming ball on the kitchen floor, begging us to leave him alone and to not touch him. All of this while trying to get the two little boys through their evening chores and headed up to bed……which is it’s own gong show of happiness. We finally got Jer settled enough. He had a great chat with Jon and was able to clearly speak of what was going on for him. It’s just too bad that it took 3 hours of intense energy and chaos to get us to that place.
Tuesday morning (and most every morning) involved a great deal of wrangling to get Josiah to school. He has a lot of anxiety and getting him to school in the mornings involves a tremendous amount of creative thinking and fast talking to movitvate and challenge him to actually make it to school. Tuesday afternoon, I picked Siah up from school and took him, Judah and Xandra to our family Dr. Siah has a few warts on his hands and has been getting them frozen off. He had a massive anxiety attack thinking about getting them frozen off and ended up making himself sick in the waiting room of the Dr.s office. He puked 4 different times and managed to hit the garbage can for 2 of those…..the other 2 required a lot of paper towels and a fair amount of apologizing on my part. I finally promised him that we would just “show” the Dr his warts and that I wouldn’t make him get freezing. After that, he didn’t puke any more and miraculously recovered…..no more puking that evening and he ate well and had no issues. I HATE ANXIETY!!!!!
Wednesday was a quiet day…..I remember thinking how weird and bizarre it was to not have anything crazy going on. Jon did have to work on his second job that evening so I solo parented the bedtime routine and it’s just not as fun as it sounds like it could be.
Thursday was a crazy day. Last week I got a call on Tuesday asking if we could come in to the orthopedic clinic on Thursday for an appt with Dr. Pike – an orthopedic surgeon – who does both pediatric and regular orthopedic care. He specializes in arms, shoulders, wrists, hands……This is the surgeon who will follow Geli into adulthood. I couldn’t make the appt for last Thursday because all the appts are in the afternoon on Thursday’s. This means that I have to arrange pick up from school for Josiah and babysitting for Judah. Fortunately, my mom was able to come this week and watch Judah and pick up Siah. Before my mom got to my house, I managed to tidy the house, do the laundry, clean the kitchen, make a batch of chocolate chip cookies for an after school snack, put together a roast beef for my mom to throw in for dinner, and a quick note with pertinent details for my mom regarding that afternoon.
I was exhausted before even leaving the house. I remember thinking to myself,
“Why don’t I have any help?”That was quickly followed by,
“I try to do it all by myself so that I’m not a bother for anyone.” Which was followed up with, “But I’m one breath away from breaking…..I can’t do all of this.”And then,
“Why do you try to do it all by yourself?” “Because I don’t feel that I’m worth……….. bothering people.”
I had a lot more thoughts, but that one hit me pretty hard. I needed to leave for the hospital so we wouldn’t be late and so I filed that thought for later….
Angelica’s appointment was for 1pm and I was really hoping that we’d be quickly in an out before traffic started. There was a surgery that called the dr away just before he came to see us….which means that our quick appointment turned into a 2 hour affair. Which is not bad for “hospital time”.
The long and the short of that appointment, is that Angelica will definitely need surgery. If fact, her shoulder is bad enough that if she was in pain, they’d replace it now. The surgeon said it was “really ugly.” Once again, the comment we keep hearing is, “You’re not in any pain?” It looks bad enough that they expect she should be in a lot more pain than she is. We are so incredibly thankful that she is not in pain. And because she is not in pain, we can put off replacement surgery. She will most likely be looking at both a shoulder replacement and an elbow replacement but it could be a while, yet. This is great news and frustrating, at the same time. Geli has limited mobility in her shoulder and her elbow has a short range of motion. It doesn’t fully extend and won’t fully contract either. She has learned to compensate by reaching with her left arm if something is high above her or by using her right arm, if she needs to extend her arm straight out. It’s still awkward, but we choose to be thankful that she is alive and has both arms to be able to use. We are incredibly thankful that she is not in pain because living with constant physical pain is a horrible, horrible thing to have to do.
We finally headed home…..arriving just in time for me to pick up Jeremy and take him to a counseling appointment. He had his appointment from 5-6pm. I dropped him off, connected with his counselor about a few issues and insights from that week and headed back home to grab a bite to eat before I headed back to pick him up.
His counselor is so kind and thoughtful; and asked how I was doing. Truthfully, I don’t even want to answer that question because I am not doing well. I think I hit breaking point a long time ago and I’m desperately hanging onto the belief that this is a season and it, too, will pass…..I’m just very tired of existing. I’m very tired of all the issues. It’s been a very long time of chaos and conflict; and I’m not so sure I see it ending anytime soon. I gave her a pat answer….and then I answered truthfully and then I cried; then I pulled myself together and took Jeremy home to finish off the evening.
Friday morning brought it’s routine school related challenges although this time, it was Judah who decided to have a flip out. He did not want to go to “school”. He wanted to stay with me. He was clingy and whiney and so very unlike him. He typically fusses about not wanting to go to school…..I think mostly because that’s what Siah does and it must seem like that’s just what you are supposed to do in the mornings……but when we get to school, he goes in and is so happy to see his teachers and friends. He kisses and hugs me and heads off for the day without a second glance. He was SO UPSET. It took about 15 minutes to settle him and I was really confused about why he was doing this…..I even questioned just taking him home with me, because it was so very out of character for him.
Friday afternoon, I picked up Judah from preschool and then picked up Siah. Siah’s desk looks like a recycling bin. It is so full of random bits of paper, junk and garbage. I go in about once a month to scrape his desk out. I put all his pencils and crayons back into his pencil box and stack his duotangs and exercise books. I throw out all the garbage and collect the “treasures” to take them home. He struggles with the “messing with” of his treasures and would just rather live in the chaos – on the best of days – Friday was not one of the best days……..
He melted down in the classroom. Tears, yelling, crying, pleading…..he was anxious that if he brought the 500 origami creations home that they would get destroyed or lost or somehow messed up. He just wanted to leave them at school, but when your collection is shoe box sized and stuffed in your desk…..it just needs to come home. We finally managed to get his desk tidied; the creations in an actual shoe box and him out the door. The real fun started once we got in the van and he refused to put his seat belt on because he “HAD” to take the box of origami back into the school. He screamed at Judah for fussing at him. He screamed at me for everything. So much yelling and pleading; and zero grasp of the reality that it was not going to happen. It took 15 minutes. I have it on video. I’ve been recording “events” for when we go for his assessment at the end of February. It’s so much more than just a normal upset or frustration.
By the time I finally got him calmed down enough and we headed home, I was exhausted…done. We fed the kids frozen pizza (cooked, obviously) and sat and watched videos.
Saturday was the anniversary of Nathaniel’s birth and death and was just a low key – stay at home day. I’m ever so thankful that the kids held themselves mostly together.
This is not really an “out of the ordinary” week. Maybe the fact that I don’t have an actual “incident” to report for Wednesday or Saturday might make it memorable in a positive way….but it all feels less than positive.
And the biggest hit for me this week….bigger than Jeremy’s meltdown, bigger than Judah’s flip out, bigger than imminent surgery, bigger even than Josiah’s epic flipout…..is that fact that I don’t feel worthy.
I feel worth less…..
It’s a pretty crappy feeling.
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I see myself as worth less than others?
I don’t know…..but I think I need to figure that out.
Ok, not really…..but today’s a good day. I feel good. And I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to accomplish a lot on my list today.
I so often feel like what I’m doing is pretty worthless. I know that being a mother and taking care of the house seems SO NOBLE and WORTHY…..but after doing it for 18 years with the ups and downs that we’ve lived through and are currently living through – it just feels like more I’m working triage in a mental hospital/garbage dump/cafeteria and less like the noble, worthy cause of “MOTHERHOOD”.
BUT……today feels like a good day and I am going to cross things off my list, like a boss.
I started with registering Judah in Kindergarten…..and that seems SO. VERY. CRAZY!!!!
I should just change the name to microblog Tuesday’s and maybe I’d be a bit more accurate. Mind you, then I’d probably get it done on Wednesdays…..so……yah!
For some reason, I had it in my head that yesterday was 2015 Kindergarten Registration and I alternated between moments of panic that I’d forget to bring in all the required paperwork, and a touch of sadness because my BABY……
It’s hard to believe that I’m signing my baby up for Kindergarten.
So, I walked up to the school early yesterday and just before I got there….I realized that Registration was actually January 19….not 12th.
So all those “feelings” for nothing….and now I get to do it all over again next Monday. HA! At least I have everything ready for next week. At least there’s that……
Ok, so life got busy and I didn’t end up finishing posting about our vacation.
I’m sure that some of you feel like you’ve just been left hanging……..HA!!!!
Ok, maybe not so much, but……continuing on….
It’s amazing how quickly the busy-ness and chaos seems to seep back into every facet of your life, once you leave the “vacation” and head back into reality. I guess that’s the beauty of vacation or holiday time….it’s a moment to relax, settle, absorb……just breathe.
There were lots of those moments, in between the bustle of life with 6/7 people. No family vacation is really a vacation for the parents…..it’s more of a break. Once I realized and accepted that, I’ve been a lot more content on our “holiday’s”.
Jon took the kids on a number of walks and this sweet boy here…..
He brought me back something from almost every walk. He is such a thoughtful little soul.
This time he brought me back some lovely flower puff things…..I have no idea what they were and they were almost dried, but I put them in a beer bottle vase and he was so thrilled to see his gift treasured.
After the first 3 days of sheer panic, this lovely fellow settled down (as long as there were no other dogs walking past) into the camping lifestyle and was almost a gentleman….almost!!!!
He has such sad eyes.
There was SO. MUCH. SWIMMING…. and Judah even sucked up his courage enough to jump off the dock TWICE!!!!
Jeremy was determined to get this rubbermaid bin to work as a boat and although it took a fair amount of figuring to work out the ballast and balance…he finally managed to tool around a little, until it dipped a little too much at one corner and then filled up and sank….
Sometime, this little one just slays me with his nerdliness…..he is such a sweet quirky treasure.
I have no idea what he was trying to show me in this picture.
Here is where you get the best peek of my little darling….ear folded over and all…and he wasn’t swimming….just wearing the goggles because he wanted to.
Oh I love him, so!
The Skagit Valley is a beautiful place with so many interesting things to look at and experience. It feels like our own little corner of heaven on earth. These puff ball mushrooms were just growing in the campsite, but it wasn’t till we got home and I could google them that I found out they were edible and not poisonous. They were just so cute, all nestled into the ground.
I dropped off this sweet boy at preschool this afternoon.
He’s been so excited since we started talking about it back in November. He was thrilled to be going…….all the way up to the moment that we turned around, after putting on his inside shoes and hanging up his coat and backpack.
The next step was circle time on the carpet with all the other kids……..and he was all of the sudden not so sure about the whole situation.
But, he was desperate to play with a magnifying glass that he saw in a box and I told him he couldn’t, unless he did circle time first.
I’m positive that he will do fine and I know that he will LOVE the 2+ hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He loves going to “class” at church and this will be just as fun, if not even more.
I skiffed outta there and now I’m sitting in Starbucks waiting to go and pick him up.
I pick him up in just a little bit, but he’s with his cousin and the two of them should stir up some fabulous excitement for the teachers. They can be quite the monkeys, if they want to…..or maybe I should say seagulls???? Ha Ha!
It’s a bit weird. Dropping him off. It’s been such a crazy few years and I don’t really feel like I’ve had too many moments to catch my breath, but hopefully, this New Year and this New Season will have a few of those moments in them.
It’s nice when the quiet moments are available and it’s not that you have to force them into being.
Is there anything new happening for you in this new year or is there a new season starting in your life? I’d love to hear about it.
I was tired and emotional and probably if those two factors had not ganged up on me….I may have filtered myself a bit more or even just made less typos…..maybe….maybe not?!?
I don’t know that this morning brought any new clarity with it.
I woke up with a killer headache……….at 5:30am.
Yah, it’s been a long day already and it’s only noon-ish. Did not get back to sleep after that. BLERGH!!!!
On a side note….It’s gorgeous outside.
That is the view to my right….
and this is my view straight ahead…..
She’s not supposed to be on the couch….but I haven’t exactly kicked her off.
It’s the last day of school before the Christmas Break….and probably my last quiet (ish) day for the next two weeks.
So, I’m taking advantage of it. I’m sitting. The house is a mess, and I made Judah pancakes for lunch. He is currently trolling Netflix….I believe Ninjago is the show of choice at this exact moment.
I’m currently staring at my Christmas Tree trying to figure out what I’m thinking, but again with the 50 million thoughts going in 50 million directions.
I had a few people send me private messages of encouragement and those were so nice to hear.
I wonder if it’s about perspective.
I’m in the middle of it all. From my position, I look around me and I see children who are unique and amazing and challenging in their own fantastic ways. I see the screaming and the bickering and the squabbling and the challenges to get them to do their chores and take care of their responsibilities. I see their shortcomings and I want to work with them to strengthen those areas while at the same time encouraging them in their strengths. I see these amazing individuals with really great hearts even in spite of all the challenges that we’ve faced individually and as a family……. But it’s a constant effort to keep these 5 bodies moving in a forward direction.
We were so isolated over the “cancer years” and before then….doing almost anything with Jeremy required HERCULEAN effort and sometimes it was easier to just not do anything. Again…..very isolating.
It is hard when you’ve had it said to your face that people can’t be friends with you because your child is too difficult. Or to hear from others that you shouldn’t subject your children to people because they are too much effort to have around and be around.
Just typing both of those down….I realize how brutal those two comments are. I mean, I know how brutal they are….I’ve lived though both of those said directly to my face and more. But I can’t imagine saying those things to someone…..EVER!!! I love children. I especially love the challenging kids. The ones that make you think and keep you on your toes. The extremely smart kids that say the most incredible things but require a little more attention and focus……I love the regular kind of kids too, but somehow, the ones that people seem annoyed with or bothered by….the ones that talk and talk and talk and talk and never shut up……I LOVE those kids. I want to go out of my way to make sure that they feel special and included and NEVER EVER a bother or an inconvenience….
I get it. I know how much effort it is. I live it…..EVERY. SINGLE. DAY! Jeremy has not been the easiest child. He requires some effort. Well, he requires a lot amount of effort. So does Josiah in a different way and Judah….well, he’s a 3 year old. What 3 year old doesn’t require some attention and effort. My boys require effort……I know this. I guess, it would just feel really good to feel like others “want” to be with my kids. Do you know what I mean? I think that in spite of their particular challenges or maybe even as a result of them….that my kids……all 5 of them are pretty amazing. I’d love to feel like others felt that too and wanted to spend time with them….not cause they HAD to, but because they WANTED to.
So, to those who have said something…..THANK YOU. Really! I appreciate it more than you may ever know.
I’m not sharing this in the hopes that people will “do” something. I am just trying to unravel some of this mess inside myself. Part of that is dealing with the hurts and wounds that I have or have gotten.
I realize that I’ve been hurt and I definitely have some sore, open wounds when it comes to my kids and how they are perceived and received.
And this OBVIOUSLY colors how I hear people comment on my kids.
So the school wanting to help Siah….turns into….HE’S A PROBLEM…..which I can’t even fathom….cause he’s freaking sweet kid who can read and write and wants to please…….and then I go…WHAT….WHAT do I even do with that….
How could be he a problem…..which, when it comes down to it….that is not even the issue at all.
He is a great kid….who has some quirks and may require “some individualized strategies” to help him succeed and how do we (parents & school) as a collective team help him to achieve success?
So we met, and talked through some things and I think I have a better perspective. I think we are more on the same page than I “felt”.
Which is great.
Not that the whole things doesn’t still stress me out….but the Principal….she’s an amazing lady, encouraged me to trust them and to just “plug my nose and JUMP!”
I believe this school and these people are amazing people…..I believe they truly care about Josiah. I really do believe that they want the best for him. That they want him to succeed. And so…..I jump.
I’m sure I’ll need reassurance again.
I want to trust.
I want to believe.
I want to be in “community.”
I carry on…
one step after the other…..hopefully in a forward direction. 🙂
My Judah Zane is 2.5 years old. He joined our family during some of our darkest times and has brought light and hope with him.
Physically he is a big kid. He was born big. He’s remained big. But his personality matches his size and is just as HUGE as the rest of him. He plays hard and laughs hard and cuddles hard and loves equally as hard.
It’s so strange to see him changing from a little baby into a toddler and he is rapidly racing through the toddler stages and into the little boy stages. He is growing up so fast and sometimes I just want to stop time and keep him small….but I can’t and so I snap these pics to hang on to the moments.
To remember the little details……..like those lips so soft and often so warm on my cheeks..
To remember his eyelashes, his dimples, his ears and his little nose….
For all of his size, he is such a sweet gentle boy…I think he’ll be one of those gentle giants. Big and yet so Loving….
I’m so thankful that this sweet boy joined our family. He has brought so much life and joy into our lives.