For the first time since writing for 5 Minutes for Special Needs I am at a bit of a loss of what to write. Often I know days in advance what I will write, and it becomes a finely crafted piece before I hit publish. Usually at some point on Tuesday inspiration will strike and the words will flow. Not so today. We are removed from home for Spring Break, out of our regular (somewhat crazy) routine and into a wholly different “doing what we can when we can” scenario. Today is the second full day of visiting Grandma. In case you missed it, you can read about the beginning of why that matters here. It has been an eye-opening visit. We have discovered whole new sets of issues with Grandma that we had not seen previously. Some of these are overlapping with old issues from the child, which just makes things extra –ahem- challenging.
I have made every effort to keep the kids’ schedule as close to regular as possible, but events like Grandma going missing for seven hours, which happened today, have a way of throwing a wrench into even a well-oiled machine. Don’t worry. She’s fine. Back home safe and sound now, but talk about a role reversal. Aren’t you supposed to sit at home wondering where your kid is? (We haven’t even quite experienced this, really, though I’ve imagined it a time or two…) No, today we sat wondering where Grandma had gone. Until she came home, and then there was just aftermath, both physical and emotional, to deal with.
I am so glad for my husband in all of this. Unflappable and yet working so hard to take care of his mom and all of us. I don’t know how common it is to find those two qualities in a man, but I’m glad I found one. Steady and faithful and full of faith and dreams all at the same time.
I am ready for bed now. Weary to the bone, and wondering how we’ll keep moving tomorrow. It’s time to recharge my batteries and hope for better things in the days to come.