Other Choices

Other Choices

I’ve been busy.
Really, really, busy. I have been, as the kids today would say: ALL THE BUSY.

Looking back it’s been two and a half months since I last blogged. It’s not for lack of things to say, but lack of time that kept me away.

I work.  I am a mother.  I am a wife.  I am a “maniacal crafter”  and I sell my things (shameless plug).
I have friends I like to visit with. I have obligations.  I have places to go and people to see.
I have the occasional headache or ailment.  I have appointments.  I have stress.  I have housework.
You get the idea.
What I am trying to say is:  Life is full.

And so, the other day I was  scrolling through Facebook I saw a meme that left me laughing.  It left me laughing hard and gave me the resolve to dust off the blog .  The meme was from the good people over at Autism Hippie.  I immediately shared it over at Jack’s page.


It was this little gem:

Brilliant!

Brilliant!

Look at that.  No overly sentimental photo.  No cutesy pie pic. No vintage graphic.
Just those amazing words.

You see, special needs parents get this a lot.
HOW do you do it!?!

Do what?
Love our kids? Do what is necessary to see that they are healthy and happy? Make them a priority?
BE A LOVING AND CARING PERSON?

Make no mistake….I am aware that other parents get this.  A friend of mine has a set of triplets.  HE can tell you stories as well!

But I digress.  I am Jackson’s mama. I am Darrah’s mama. That’s some serious committment right there.
What other choice DO I have? When the going gets rough I cannot just up and leave. It’s not like I could pack up and move cross-country on a whim to escape it all.  It’s not like I could move to an ashram to navel gaze and find myself.
No.  That’s just silly.  You just pull on your  big girl panties and greet the day with love, joy, compassion, and a huge cup of coffee. Day after day after day.
You just DO.
There is no other option.
And since that is the case, I say — enjoy the hell out of it.
Enjoy the chaos, the clutter, the messy, and the struggle.
It’s what we are here for.  It’s what life is all about– putting yourself out there and greeting the day with courage no matter what.

You know who taught me that?
Jackson.
Make no mistake, life is not easy for the boy.  He’s got this whole brain tumors/autism/seizure thing going on and yet he gets up day after day with a smile on his face ready to greet the day.
He struggles, he fails.
He struggles, he succeeds.
He goes on no matter what, with joy in his heart.

How does he do it?
I am not sure he is aware that there is any other option.
And neither am I.
Jack and I?
We’re on the same page.

On the same page and on the same pillow, too

On the same page and on the same pillow, too

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