Where the F are those windmills and tulips in "Holland" anyway?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Reality Bites. And Sucks.
I had one of those "flashes of reality" moments today. She's five years old and this is really, really, really hard. What's it gonna be like when she's eight, seventeen, twenty three? I'm thinking it will be harder. One of the things that gets me through these days is the thought that this cold be temporary and will possibly pass. But, I know it's not really gonna pass. I mean, of course the little things will pass: she'll probably talk more, gain some self-help skills like dressing herself, using the toilet herself, etc but the big stuff isn't going away. I'd be a fool to think it is. This is possibly (likely?) it. Reality sucks. Or is it Reality Bites. You know what? It's both. Denial, could you please come back now? Quick, someone remind me of a story of a kid you know who has made tremendous amounts of progress and/or is mainstreamed, lives on his/her own, etc. Someone give me a big, tall glass of hope because this lump in my throat is getting hard to swallow today.