Letting go is never easy; whether it’s a loved one, a pet or a painful time in your life.Since posting “Potty Train Wreck”, I’ve discovered that by sharing our family’s journey, I’ve been able to let go of some of the shame and guilt I have been shouldering for so long. It’s so tough not to take it personally – not to fall into the blame game trap. No one wants to see their child struggle. And, on difficult days, when even Noah’s imaginary friend is calling him names, I am propelled back to the operating room on the night the doctor pulled him from my body and said, “her uterus is like an Easy-Bake oven”. Did the 103 degree fever I spiked during labor play a role in the developmental challenges Noah faces today?
I don’t know.
But, what I do know, is that there are no time machines. We all live on borrowed time, and I choose to spend my precious moments on Earth being thankful for the wonderful family and friends I get to share it with.
And, that means being thankful for getting to do all the “fun stuff” as Natalie sees it. She had this revelation tonight right after I asked her to clean her room.
“Why do I have to do all the hard stuff?” she asks.
“Ok!” she exclaims. Then, turns on her heel and announces, “Hey, Noah! Guess what? Mommy and I are switching places…tomorrow I get to drive the car!”