Life Lessons Are Embedded In What We First Consider To Be Misfortune
I am a private person and I have been at odds about having a blog.
I have wondered do I have anything worth saying?
I have wondered who cares?
I have wondered.
Then today I accidentally erased a bunch of the blog’s formatting. (Out of curiosity I push buttons sometimes when I shouldn’t) and I sat there with a nearly empty blog and thought maybe I should just delete the whole thing and forget it.
Then I paused.
Even though I couldn’t articulate why, when confronted with actually deleting the blog I realized I wanted to keep it. So with a newly found conviction to forget my concerns and continue I went about trying to salvage what I had lost. I couldn’t. But in looking around I did discover someone had “liked” my recent Asperger’s post.
So I went to her blog and read some of her posts and as I read she gave me the gift of understanding why I wanted to continue with Life and Ink.
Because this mother is where I once was and maybe, in the smallest of ways, just the littlest bit of comfort can cover her by knowing she is not alone. Someone too has been where she is now.
The day after my son graduated from high school (something we never took for granted) I could barely get out of bed. I thought I would have been exhilarated but instead I was exhausted. Initially confused by my reaction, I grew to realize I was worn out because I had been holding my breath for 16 years.
I started taking full breaths again on May 27, 2009 and now it gives me hope to think that by sharing not only our experiences raising a child with Aspergers, but that we are actually standing strong might provide a much needed rescue breath to a mom or dad.
As always, thank you for reading and I would love to hear your thoughts.