Often, I ask myself the question, can it get more challenging than this? And then life has a way of answering with a resounding yes! Seriously, I need to stop asking.
As many of you out there know, life with special needs is challenging for both the person with special needs and those of us who do life with them. The thing is we grow into a challenging scenario, get the hang of it, get cruising and get comfortable.
And then, bang! A monkey wrench gets slammed into the mix out of nowhere, without warning. The ground rumbles under your feet. Pieces fly all around you. You run for cover, but you still get hit and knocked over by debris. And then you feel the torrential rains of tears all over you, yours and those of your special-needs person.
That’s what this lockdown felt like when it hit our comfy every-day life. All righty then, I tell myself, wipe off the tears (my son’s and mine), get up and brush off the dust. Then, let’s roll up our sleeves and proceed with the clean-up. And then adjust. You will, as usual, survive-I tell myself and I tell my son.
In the blink of an eye, while at the same time progressively, an official announcement after another, and life is not what we used to know anymore. Unexpectedly, I went from just simple mom to mom/teacher/para/psychologist/school principal/lunch lady/janitor/security/librarian/counselor/advisor. I haven’t had to do parking lot attendance or bus driving. Big yay on both of those!
We are getting the hang of things again, so I fear. Nope. I will not ask that question (tight lips). I will just stand by the door and let it hit me in the face when it suddenly slams into it. At least I’ll be expecting some kinda hurt. Maybe just maybe it will be a more manageable kind of bruising. And for the record, I still love my son and our life together.