We (me and kiddos and friends) had a super fun adventurous time at a local water park on Sunday evening. Three days later and Anthy's every nerve (metaphorically) exploded in his body leaving a sticky, gooey, emotional mess (literal) of a 6 year old boy tonight...
(Nervous level severe and beyond...)
As I am walking out of his bedroom after (hopefully) his body is able to let down enough to rest, I had that moment when my true zen momma understanding came whispering through. I get it.
This will always happen...
Understand?
This.will.always.happen.
There is no fixing this. He y'am who he y'am. He had fun on Sunday.... He did.... I promise.... There might even be smiling pictures to prove it. Yet, his senses eventually fight back hard and payback's a witch. This will always happen. He has super fun = He pays a price three days later.
His brain and his body are wired differently. Our best bet is to help him adjust, adapt, and. if necessary for social purposes, camouflage his needs into something he and the people around him can live with. Someday (hopefully), it will be a blip on the screen to those standing next Anthy three days after some super fun. Someday, he will have the skills to give himself what he needs to restore. That is our goal and our hope.
There was a day years ago when I sobbed, "This will never change" into a phone and a sympathetic friend's ear on a desperate day as I curled on the floor next to my bed.
Today is not that day.
Today is the day when I can feel the small tug of grief for the loss of an imaginary, unrealistic dream. Today is the day when I can feel that sadness while I stand next to my deep well of gratitude and joy.
This will always happen....
and I will always be short...
and Chris will always need blood pressure medicine...
Whatevs...
