I'm having one. A day when things seem so BIG and HOPE is hiding behind a cloud of doubt. When each task is accompanied by a whisper of, "Really, Lord? This is the life of my son? This frustration and lack of independence is his fate?" Where questions far outnumber answers and the answer from God himself would still leave me with thoughts to mull over. Ideas to research.
It's it funny how these days just sort of sneak up on you? Creepout behind the couch and jump onto you, leaving you almost short of breath with anxiety over it all? Maybe you don't know the feeling. Maybe you haven't personally experience sheer grief, utter fear over the unknown. You other parents of kids who are differently abled know where I am coming from.
SIGH... one of those days to shake off. Wrap up in a blanket, drink a little tea, and cry during naptime. Sob, cry, Woe is me,
until that gloriou child wakes up.
Then it is back to masking the pain. SMILE. Hide the fear. LAUGH.
Follow through with every therapist recomendation of the RIGHT way to solve our problem. Position with every piece of equipment. Entertain with every adapted toy.
And do so,.. with the ever present whisper in the background of this day...
Really,Lord? This is the life of my son? This is his fate?
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