We all "see" things differently
It's all about perspective baby!
Ha!
When Josh started middle school our lives completely changed. For one, he was suddenly no longer welcome at the before/after daycare that he had been going to for years. It was in our neighborhood and he felt safe and secure there - but he was too old. Yet, he wasn't nearly mature enough to stay home alone. Around the same time I was completely blindsided by the fact that I was suddenly single - again. It was at this point in our lives that I realized we needed a drastic change. I sat myself down and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I realized two things: I wanted to be home with Josh, and I wanted to finish my degree. Since then, our lifestyle has changed dramatically - mostly for the better. I'm no longer making myself sick over what I call "co-worker drama." Josh has been safe and so far, hasn't shown signs of being sick of me. We've gotten a lot closer and that's something that is priceless to me. I got my degree, and even a masters and feel like I actually accomplished something. (long story for another day) But, in the past 10 years at least, we haven't been able to afford the luxury of a dishwasher. |
What's the point?
Then today one of the blogs I found was written by a mother of a young child who has CF. I was in tears reading about how she doubts herself daily with the decisions she makes regarding her daughter's health care. These are daily, life and death decisions. Imagine the pressure. She talks about having a bad day after finding out another child, the same age and with the same diagnosis as her precious one, passed away. I could literally feel her pain. I wouldn't have understood it quite as well before January of last year. But my perspective on that has forever changed.
As if to emphasize that fact, I found another story today about parents of adults who have developmental disabilities that have been meeting WEEKLY for over 25 years. The woman who started the group lost her daughter who had Down syndrome about two years ago, but she still schedules the meetings and often attends them. My heart hurt thinking about her loss, and realizing the comfort those other friends must have been to her. |