Parenthood

I’m a huge fan of the show…

It’s been soooo long since I’ve written on this blog that I’m not sure anyone will notice…

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It’s been too long, WAY TOO LONG…

Parenthood is a demanding job, my hubby fell asleep with our 8-year-old in the middle of our queen size bed. He weighs 60 something pounds now, so maneuvering him out of my bed without waking him is something of a feat. I pull him by his feet to the bottom of my bed. Then carefully lift him over both forearms, bending my knees as I lift so not to break my back. (As if I could really carry a 60-something pound boy like a baby, in my arms, from one room to another.) Then I put his feet down on my bed and flop him over my shoulder while he and I both pretended he’s still sleeping. Then I stumble over the beanbag in the middle of the living room floor and barely make it to drop him on his bed with just a little bounce. I tuck him in and give him a kiss on the forehead.

 

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So much has happened since I last wrote that I don’t even know where to begin. So I’ll start with my latest muse.
I was watching the last two episodes of Parenthood on DVR. I know my hubby will be mad that I watched them without him, so I’ll do my best to keep a poker face, and pretend I haven’t already seen them. I really won’t mind watching them again – 2 totally heart-warming, touching episodes. And the spoiler at the end is just breaking my heart. Why do they have to do that with the spoilers. If my hubby was awake he would have insisted that we didn’t watch the “next week on…”

As I watch the show, I’m reminded of just how valuable time is, especially time with those we love. Never take for granted the moments that make up a happy life. Moments of joy and sorrow, fear and hope, love and loss.

The holidays have come and gone with all the typical hustle and bustle of the season. Barely a moment to stop and catch my breath. I sit down to write and I’m pulled away and distracted with daily responsibilities. It’s easy to think of time to relax as a luxury, one I often feel lacking. I sometimes forget, as many busy parents do, that time to unwind is an actual necessity in life.

Always the farmer’s daughter, I find myself ever aware of the cycles of life and constantly in awe of the beauty therein. So I take just a moment to reflect and draw inspiration from the change of seasons. The cold, wet winter days remind me of the challenges that are behind us and of those that lie ahead. Winter is a time of rebirth. A time of quiet, peace, patience, and perseverance – waiting for the spring thaw, for the seed to sprout.

I’ve been so busy since I wrote last. I’ve worked a full-time job special needs parenting, a second full-time job as a volunteer education and legal advocate, and a part-time job self-employed in property management (imagine that a job I might actually get paid for 😉 ) Struggling to make ends meet and to fulfill ALL of my responsibilities to the best of my ability.

I’m happy to report our recent success in educational advocacy. Stephen started at his new school 6 weeks ago. He is now in a “language learning environment” where he will learn to communicate, improve his listening skills, and make the most of his own unique strengths and abilities. He seems happy and appropriately challenged at his new school.

I’m sure other special needs parents out there will want to know the specifics of how we got to this point, but in the typical legal mumbo jumbo fashion there is a non-disclosure agreement with the city. Suffice it to say that knowledge is the key that opens many doors. My best advice to parents is know your rights, know your child’s rights, consider your options, tread carefully, and just put one foot in front of the other and carry on, never give up! A long journey begins with the first step! Take it one day at a time, one step at a time, and persistence pays off.

The first few weeks Stephen was downright giddy with excitement about school. He’s slightly less enthusiastic about returning to school after the holidays, a pleasant indicator that he is aware it’s back to work and back to the grindstone we go. I’m at ease knowing that he is communicating in his unique way that he’s being asked to work hard and learn new things at school.

I’m reminded of seasons past, first with the Birth to Three program – physical therapy, aquatic therapy, feeding therapy, and occupational therapy. Each time he progressed through seasons of dormancy and seasons of growth. The seasons of rest being the times he looked forward to his therapies, and the seasons of growth being the times he would drag his feet just knowing that he’d be asked to do some hard work, and the harvest season – a time of success, accomplishment, and fulfillment. Seasons that inspire and challenge us with anticipation of what lies ahead. regression, disappointment, and frustration mere stumbling blocks turned into stepping-stones.

So it’s off to school he goes, and I’m a little uneasy starting again, anew. I miss the old familiarity of professionals we came to know and love like extended family (aunts and uncles, cousins and family friends.) I’m wondering how they are and what new things this season brings… I’m missing the text messages, and the ease of communication with someone you know and trust, the friendly smiles, and familiar nods. I know one day we’ll be there again – with short sentences, and unspoken words…

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