Every little thing is gonna’ be allright

I am not a complainer.
Seriously.
I am an eternal optimistic PollyAnna that can find the silver lining in any cloud.
Looking back over my life, I realize that it is/was a pretty hardcore coping mechanism.
“Everything will be ok.  It HAS to be.  Otherwise, I’m screwed.”
I can endure anything, if I know it is finite.

Now, while the majority of you reading this may think it’s an admirable trait, I assure you that it is not always a good one to be around.   It can smack of denial, sugar-coating, and dismissal.  I can attest that it drives my husband bonkers.

As a mom of a special needs child, I read a lot of Mommy/Daddy blogs.  I love connecting with other parents who truly GET what I deal with on a daily basis.  Many of these blogs are laundry lists of good-natured complaints about their kids’ behavior, frustrations of dealing with bureaucracy and red tape, and the agony of sleep deprivation.  There are detailed accounts of their days of stepping on Leggos, living with extreme OCD and other substantial letters, and cleaning up messes.  Some are angry.  Some are frustrated.  Some are at their wits end.  Most all are honest.  Many of them are funny.

MY blog? I cannot do it.
I just cannot bring myself to write that way.
And believe me when I say:
It’s not YOU, it’s ME

Unlike other parents, I SIGNED on for this.
I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.

I didn’t get “the diagnosis”.

I didn’t have to deal with the unknowing.

There was no initial heartache followed by resolve.

So, TO ME, to complain and/or vent about my lot would be unfair.

It’s been MY lot in life to make lemonade outta lemons, quilts outta scraps, and the BEST outta every situation.
I came to this table, sleeves rolled up and ready for whatever was going to come my way.
And to be fair? It’s how I deal with most everything.

I am not better than anyone.  I am just different.
As I stated before:  It’s a coping mechanism left over from my childhood.

And Jack.
In the time since I have come into Jack’s life, I have seen his behavior improve, his vocabulary explode, and his joy blossom.  How can I gripe about anything when there is so much growth?
Not just Jack…..But ME!

Jack has given me a new outlook on life.  He has me focused.  Dialed in. He has taught me to let go of what is not truly important in life and to live in the moment.

As I approach the first year of blog writing, I realize that I have found MY niche in blog writing
(ya’ gotta have a gimmick, right?)
And that is to pass onto people a little bit of my PollyAnna attitude.
To shine a light on the good in the “bad”
To remind others that THIS TOO SHALL PASS

and everything WILL be ok.
It just all depends on how YOU look at it

And from where I am sitting?
The view is pretty beautiful.

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3 thoughts on “Every little thing is gonna’ be allright

  1. Love it! My sweet wife! I am a very lucky man. It always amazes me how a person that was bullied their entire childhood and parts of their adulthood does NOT every transfer that on others. Amazing. Dear Tina you blow a HUGE hole in a lot of Pavlof’s theories and a good deal of current Behavioral teachings—THANK GOD for that!!!

    I love you.

  2. You are amazing but then I knew that from the beginning. Yes, those rose colored glasses need cleaning but you get the job done. I admire your resolve and being positive will always get you through.

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