Apparently, it is Autism Awareness Day and, well, I was not aware until it started popping up everywhere. I suppose it's cool this day exists. I did my research and learned it is also national peanut butter and jelly day and also national ferret day. So, yea. I'm not quite sure what we are supposed to do with all of these days but it seems perhaps I can do my part on this national day to help you become more aware of this autism thing.
This is tough to discuss without coming across cold and insensitive. Special needs parenting is no joke. There is exhaustion, heartbreak, and ample opportunities for worry. We will cry. We will need to be picked up.
With the above reality comes a slippery slope of spending too much time in these areas. I thank God for people who did not allow me to linger and risk the chance of a downward spiral...
I am falling in love with the color gray.
For over a decade yellow has been my everything. This past summer when we painted the house, I campaigned for yellow siding and a bright door to match. It was an unsuccessful campaign, but the effort was fierce and yielded a fabulous turquoise door.
So the whole gray thing is taking me by surprise.
I mean….gray? Really?
Doesn’t the color wheel put yellow and gray as opposites?
Actually, is gray even on a color wheel? Isn’t it so drab and sad that it’s not even called a hue, tint, or shade?
I can be a really crappy friend.
I blame it on 20 years of coaching high-level gymnasts. 25+ hours a week spent with “my girls” where I was paid to point out flaws and demand correction. The expectation being issues were to be taken care of regardless of fear, mood, health, environment, or whatever.
No excuses. !NO DRAMA!
Just fix it so you can move on and be better.
While this made me one heck of a successful coach (if performance is the litmus test), it also has made me a crappy friend to others and to myself...