Despite the warnings of a possible early dismissal, I got my children up this morning and sent them on their way. This time I completely ignored my Mommy Instinct to let them sleep in and instead I roused and fed them at the regular time. I weighed all the forecasts and feared they could be wrong and the boys would miss a whole day of instruction, all because of my bad call. Lesson learned-never underestimate the gut feeling of a mom. A couple of hours of precious sleep may depend on it. I did never understand how "half a day" translates into 10:30am dismissal...but here we all are.
The snow turned to ice and Jack is disappointed his mentor is unable to take him out this afternoon. He begged for his shoes and asked to see her, but he is stuck inside with me and his little brothers. He is not happy about this new situation and is stressed out to the max because the day's events have been altered. We made meatballs and had tons of snacks. He's been eating everything in sight and is literally sneaking food behind my back. I am not looking forward to the sugar high that's coming this evening. I am starting to stress too.
These are the days I wished I lived in Florida or New Mexico but I suppose they have their own issues. One friend of ours lives in Tennessee and her autistic son only has school half day, for half the summer. She scrambles to balance working 24/7 with him and living something of a normal life at least for an hour or two a day. What that translates into is being able to eat and think clearly for a relatively small period of time and I know it's not easy for her. Also, I could never get a handle on living in a warmer climate and having the school year end in May. I think that would drive me batty, in spite of the fact it all probably checks out, time-wise, in the end.
Yes, despite the harsh winters, I am so grateful to be living in New York right now. Perhaps it's the place to be when you have a child who suffers with Autism Spectrum Disorder. We have longer schedules, good services, and access to great professionals and specialists. But don't ask me to go outside and make a snowman...that is really pushing it.
(I will continuously pray that everyone everywhere will have access to what they need for their special children.)
May You Always Recognize The Blessings
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