Phew. I have found myself in a new place with new stuff. Startled by it? Yes. Uncomfortable? Always.
But what’s a girl to do? Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? She jumps right in there and figures it out.
I know exactly where I was when it happened and I know what started it. I saw a group of women with their cherub faced toddlers, they were laughing and playing, appearing to be fearless and care-free, and it came out of nowhere.
In an instant, and for the first time that I can remember, I wanted to go back to that time in Logan’s life before he had Type 1, before he had a speech disorder, before he would experience a roller coaster of being on the spectrum, before he would say, “Mom, please take the diabetes out of my body” and years later , “Mom, I’m afraid that people will pick on me because of my personality.”
Phew, there it is again, even as I write this, out of nowhere, it gently finds the hairline cracks in my armor and splits it wide open and makes me vulnerable. Parenting is not for the faint at heart that’s for sure.
But it’s all good. Really.
No really. Trust me. I have a plan. I have a checklist.
The last month has brought more than mud to the surface. Emotions have been raw, doubts were looming, challenges were, well, just that…challenging. I had to dig a little deeper. I had to let go. I had to remind myself that being too far in the past or too far in the future holds no power for being here right now. And I needed a nap.
When I get uncomfortable, when things surprise me, I’m reminded of who I am, who I’m not, what I’m made of and what gets me in trouble and what gets me out of trouble.
I’m stubborn, just ask my family. I’m determined. I am forever hopeful. I’m dependable.
I’m a hugger.
I’m a lover not a fighter, and not to mislead you because there are things and people that I will fight for until the end of time.
I will fight for a cure. Without a doubt.
I don’t like conflict but I know that finding a solution can get messy and it’s not always easy.
I want everyone to be heard, everyone to be honored.
I’m that person that always thinks of something to say in my car on the way home. I see both sides. Well, I try to see both sides. No one’s perfect.
I can be indecisive though I’ve been known to take off running and never look back.
I believe in people and in kindness. I believe that it is the little things that are really the big things.
Mean people get me down.
Rude people make me want to scream. In fact, I’ve been known to swear at them from the safety of my car, my laundry room and while hiking on a trail. Not a shocker given my feelings about conflict.
Being fierce both scares and inspires me.
I want everyone to have at least one person in their life that has their back, always remembering that there is strength in numbers.
I want a cure.
Is it possible? I have to believe.
Am I naive? Maybe.
I know that when Logan was born it never crossed my mind that we would be advocating for anything, much less a cure for Type 1 and raising awareness for Autism Spectrum Disorders.
You know what else I didn’t know, was how amazing it would all be.
Granted, at times life can be exhausting, frustrating, and all of those things that make me want to crawl into a cave and never come out. But what fun would that be? Well, lets be honest, we all need a break now and then, so there are days where that cave looks like a week on the beach with nothing but sunshine and rainbows.
So, this is my check list of sorts, bringing me full circle when life catches me by surprise.
I get uncomfortable, retreat, look at where I’ve been…no secret solution, just time and the willingness to sit with it for a bit and let the dust settle.
I admit it’s hard to go back there sometimes, but being uncomfortable is good in so many ways, it reminds me of what I have to work on and it gives me a glimpse of all that I cherish.
Would I do anything differently given the chance to turn back the clock? I don’t know.
Well, that’s a lie because I would love to kiss those chubby cheeks, snuggle into their necks until they squeal, and scoop them up as their little legs try to carry them away in sheer delight.
The truth is there is nothing that I could have done to spare Logan his diagnosis. What I can do is to keep advocating, raising awareness and to love everything about this challenging chaotic life.
I’m getting better at giving myself permission to feel uncomfortable. I’m quicker to get in the thick of it, trusting that I will come out stronger and more content.
For me, the real beauty and power lies in the emerging, the rising up, the looking forward and celebrating all that brought me to this moment. Squeezing through those tight places and feeling so good when I reach the other side.
And this moment, it’s just another reminder to keep advocating, fund raising, connecting and serving… not only for my family and for myself, but for others, because though I speak for myself here, I know that I am not alone and we are in this together.