Back To School Quote

As school starts back again, I know that many of you are fighting a war, with small battles every day. We have been out of the special education system for about 5 years (seems like yesterday) and we had our share of battles. Usually the school would come around and give some of what we asked, after all they are required by law to give some sort of education to the disabled. So, I am grateful for the journey, for the teachers and district personnel who cared. I was changed because of the system in complex ways that I guess I will never understand. I know the system is broken, the costs are enormous and I hope that most people do the best with what they are given. Anyway, I found this quote that I think sums up parents of disabled children:

God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.
Anonymous

I can’t find who came up with this but I think it describes the journey. While you are dealing with your own sorrow and loss, you have to keep peddling with barely enough time to come up for air.
So today, I’m feeling like a strong soldier, because God called me.

Best wishes all of you back-to-schoolers. God bless you.

Four Agreements – Miguel Ruiz – This is Life-Changing

“The Four Agreements
1. Be impeccable with your word.
2. Don’t take anything personally.
3. Don’t make assumptions.
4. Always do your best. ”
― Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom

I plead guilty, no jury needed.
I do say things I shouldn’t say.
I do take things personally.
I do make assumptions.
I don’t always do my best.

But today, I am a work in progress.

I’m not a big reader, but this book addresses a lot of my issues and is amazing.
Today, I’m trying to do better.
Have a Happy Thursday.

Sometimes Church is Painful

Yesterday was a sad one. Let me say that usually I love going to church, love the music, love knowing that God is there. But yesterday, maybe I wasn’t feeling at my best, but something hit me like a ton of bricks. We had our usual children’s time and it was great to see all of the kids. Our church is really growing. So, the lady in charge beginning asking the children what it meant to be “weird, strange, unique” and the kids were quite nice and granted they were in church. Then something hit me, it was like my son, who is now 20 something, was back in elementary school, but these kids were not kind, not even close. I know they were just kids, but the pain a mom can go through is just earth-shaking. As the tears began seeping out of my eyes, I knew I had to leave before breaking into an “ugly cry”. So, I left went home, but the whole day, it stuck with me, and while she was saying it was O K to be different, for some people, it is painful, it is filled with sorrow. I flashed back to the day I went to pick up my son when he was in second grade. We knew he had problems, possible ADHD, but couldn’t get the right diagnosis. Parents had to wait behind the fence until their children met them. This day, he was late. I headed onto the school grounds. There he stood, frozen, arms down on his side, as two boys kicked and hit him. He couldn’t move. Those flashbacks are painful, like a deep cut, and I know the boys were little, but when would this ever by O K? Anyway, I’m giving thanks today, that most of his school years had kids who cared, girls who mothered him, and while I know there was teasing and taunting while I wasn’t there, I have to let go of a lot of it.
So, next Sunday will be better, I know it. God takes care of his own, kids on the playground and moms in church.
Have a great Monday, new day, new opportunities!!