As Monday takes its own crazy pace I’m still mentally wrapping up the weekend and its lessons for W. and J.\u00a0\u00a0 Every day presents a lesson, if only we look for it.\u00a0 Sunday’s lesson was about being flexible, and true to the mission.\u00a0 Unfortunately we didn’t go snowshoeing largely with icy conditions with recent thaws\/freeze-ups that dictate extreme caution on even super easy trails\u00a0–\u00a0and partly for other reasons.\u00a0\u00a0 There are always many reasons for counter-intuitive choices for families of special needs kids, really,\u00a0as we juggle here with the\u00a0Chores and Fun List (that’s the heading I write on my weekend Action Items List.\u00a0 I write Fun as a little inside\u00a0joke to myself, just like I wear my favorite SuperMom sweatshirt on the days I’m most stressed out).<\/p>\n
But more importantly this weekend I really wanted to fulfill my last blog post, of giving each boy a moment for their Happy Place.\u00a0\u00a0 On Saturday despite my being a little sick of the motif we did dinner at Chitpotle, for W.\u00a0\u00a0 Beaming smiles ensued, and melted any doubts on my part that it was the right thing to do.<\/p>\n
On Sunday we made time both for a wintry walk around a local lake AND more importantly for swimming pool time for J.\u00a0\u00a0 He’s often not as demonstrative with his feelings, so I wasn’t sure if he found his Happy Place in the pool or in the bag of chips at our little Super Bowl “party” here.\u00a0 The swim also didn’t engender a good night’s sleep either, as J. and W.\u00a0 were up well past midnight.\u00a0\u00a0 But I sat poolside watching the boys and hearing the strains of an old Carly Simon song “Loving You’s The Right Thing To Do.” Sounds corny, but I felt a rightness in the priority ranking of the weekend.\u00a0\u00a0 I didn’t get to the trails, but I got to my sons, and they got to me.<\/p>\n
Trouble is, there’s still me lurking at the bottom of the pile of wants and needs.\u00a0\u00a0 While I’m happy W. and J. are happy, I need that soulful recharge too.\u00a0\u00a0 I get my fillup from more than just hiking trails.\u00a0\u00a0Nowadays\u00a0since\u00a0I work from home, receive therapies for the boys at home, and am perpetually cleaning up\/yeaning to be spiffing\u00a0up the home, I’m frankly sick of the home.\u00a0 The wilds are my spiritual release.\u00a0 Daughter’s recent ski trip in the Alps makes me yearn all the more for newness and limitless boundaries not hemmed in by the need to care for others.<\/p>\n
Truly I’m not bummed out today,\u00a0 yet I’m mindful that especially with yoga class being cancelled,\u00a0\u00a0my emotional bank account needs replenishing.\u00a0\u00a0I’m 60% and not 100%.\u00a0 Here’s a statement and a promise\u00a0to the other special parents who read this – and you are special, even if you are parenting neurotypicals – that by the time of my next post, I will travel to some new venue by heart and by car – and it too, will be the self help that is the right thing to do.<\/p>\n
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