I work full time. I go to grad school part time. I write this blog. I write a weekly post for Parents.com/To The Max. And occasionally someone else will ask that I write for them. And sometimes because of my writing, I have the opportunity to travel.
All this and I have a 6.5 year old kid with autism.
All this and I have a 6.5 year old kid with autism.
People often ask me, how I do it.
And when asked this question, I shrug my shoulders and dismiss all I do. Because most days, I don’t give it much thought.
I do it with very little thanks but know that I am appreciated.
I do it because I am lucky to have a husband who is supportive.
I do with coffee every morning and - at times - one too many glasses of wine at night.
I do it without making the beds in the morning and leaving dishes overnight in the sink.
I do it without cooking, dusting or mopping as much as I should.
I do it with constant guilt and fear of failure.
I do it because I need to work, I am eager to learn and I want to be known for something more as Norrin's mom, Joseph's wife and someone's secretary.
I do it on less than a six figure salary. (That’s right Mitt, I’m part of that 47%)
I do it without mani's, pedi's and trips to the spa.
I do it with very little help from family and with less help from friends.
I do it uncertain whether anything I do will make a difference.
I do it on days when all I want to do is stay in bed and cry. And on days when I believe anything is possible.
I do it while being physically present but my mind is usually someplace else.
Most days I do it hanging by a thread.
Most days I do it hanging by a thread.
I do it with laughter because humor gets me by.
I do it knowing I can't change the past but hoping to change the future.
I do it because on the day The Boy was born, I promised I would love him unconditionally.
I do it because I cannot control how others will treat him, but I can control how I will support him.
I do it because I cannot control how others will treat him, but I can control how I will support him.
I do it living in a black and white world, The Boy is the only color I see. |
Great post! Sounds like you have your priorities straight!
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