Thankfully, E's therapist, gave me a lot of ammo to run with on our weekend. I've been dealing with other monsters, myself, and was glad to partake in our annual ritual with some beloved, genuine friends and get out of town. We brought a bunch of sensory integration tools to our friend's house. And it seemed to aid E well in having that outlet. Being lost in the trees was a nice recharge.
I got to focus on E and I, over the break, mostly. But also, I got to meditate on myself. Not just as parent, but as an adult. My therapist reminded me about how it's good to accept and love the family that I already have. And I've already gone through a good period of time of self-love. Knowing (heartfelt) that I am valuable. And more and more, it all feels more natural. There's less and less of a void. Anyways, it's so rewarding to see yourself wake up and acknowledge the progress, awareness, and change...
Lastly, I got to reflect on having my friends. Not talking #friends ... or a facebook tally. But ones that actually talk to you. No holds barred kinda stuff. I got to feel that gratitude about the real ones. This past summer, I got one hell of a lesson in humility and humanity. Deep in the shit, so to speak. "It takes a village"... no joke. I'm not a super hero. To raise E right, I've become more aware that I need to take care of me. And lately, I'm finding ways to do so. Sure, I want to take vacations just like any other parent. Do I? No. Partially, that's my fault. I fear asking for help, often. Primarily because I'd feel so defeated when things don't pull through. Worse so, when I find out that I'm asking the wrong people. Doing it alone is tough... booking a sitter, just to paddle out for an hour seems convoluted... But this is the life we're living. It's different. You tough it up... You make it work. Who cares about keeping up with the Jones's ? I sure as hell don't ...
5 rolls were sent out, yesterday, for development. I'm excited. And still, we're winning...
I got to focus on E and I, over the break, mostly. But also, I got to meditate on myself. Not just as parent, but as an adult. My therapist reminded me about how it's good to accept and love the family that I already have. And I've already gone through a good period of time of self-love. Knowing (heartfelt) that I am valuable. And more and more, it all feels more natural. There's less and less of a void. Anyways, it's so rewarding to see yourself wake up and acknowledge the progress, awareness, and change...
Lastly, I got to reflect on having my friends. Not talking #friends ... or a facebook tally. But ones that actually talk to you. No holds barred kinda stuff. I got to feel that gratitude about the real ones. This past summer, I got one hell of a lesson in humility and humanity. Deep in the shit, so to speak. "It takes a village"... no joke. I'm not a super hero. To raise E right, I've become more aware that I need to take care of me. And lately, I'm finding ways to do so. Sure, I want to take vacations just like any other parent. Do I? No. Partially, that's my fault. I fear asking for help, often. Primarily because I'd feel so defeated when things don't pull through. Worse so, when I find out that I'm asking the wrong people. Doing it alone is tough... booking a sitter, just to paddle out for an hour seems convoluted... But this is the life we're living. It's different. You tough it up... You make it work. Who cares about keeping up with the Jones's ? I sure as hell don't ...
5 rolls were sent out, yesterday, for development. I'm excited. And still, we're winning...