I’ve sat down to write several times the last couple of weeks and I draw a blank.
It’s not that things aren’t happening. I think I am just better equipped to handle them when they do happen. I don’t take credit for this; my only skill is trying hard not to be obtuse when God is teaching me things. It’s a steep learning curve, and while I always haven’t been, I’m more open to listening these days.
My fear is gone, replaced with the molten core of peace. We have Jack’s behavior therapist, Junior, who is a game-changer in our ability to keep Jack and everybody else safe and happy. We have Jack’s summer day program so school’s end doesn’t ruin all our lives anymore #blessings.
Long holiday weekends are still long and difficult. Our lives are still bound by the constraints of disabilities. Sometimes I look at my autism-trashed house and want to curl up in a corner and rock back and forth. So I do. While eating chocolate in various forms.
But we are okay. We have the support we need to carry on.
I’m pretty sure this is all anybody in the whole world ever needed in their hardship: the right support.