It has been a hard couple of months. My daughter got disappointing results on the Sensory Integration and Praxis Test, despite having been in occupational therapy for four years. According to her most recent scope, she probably has some other food allergies lurking, causing reactions in her GI tract. We’re having to go through medical review again so she can continue her immunoglobulin replacement therapy for the immune deficiency. We’re dealing with job stress and financial pressure. I know she’s feeling the tension too; she’s having more meltdowns.
I’ve come close to having a few meltdowns myself. I’ve almost broken down into a sobbing mess in front of my children on a couple of occasions, and that always disturbs them, so I try not to. It’s hard.
I spend lots of time wishing for a life full of rainbows and unicorns.
And then, when I’ve finished crying and really look around, I realize I already have one.
- A purring cat in my lap at the end of a long day.
- Little arms wrapped around my neck.
- Dark chocolate.
- A place to live.
- A vehicle that will get us where we need to go.
- Food that meets our special dietary considerations on the table.
- Friends and family who love and support us.
- Online support.
- Health insurance.
- Family game or movie night.
- Books to read.
- Access to medical care and therapies.
- Rain to ease the drought conditions.
- The opportunity to do what I love.
- Two amazing children.
- A washer and dryer.
- Central heat and air conditioning.
- My husband’s job.
- A beautiful sunset.
- Free and inexpensive activities for my kids to do in our community.
Being the parent of a child with special needs is hard, and we still have days full of disappointment and drama. But when I really stop to examine my life, it’s hard to stay depressed. I have so much to be thankful for, and the practice of daily gratitude is changing my outlook and my life.