October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month, and it’s November 1, but hey, any day is a good time to show the world what a blessing it is to have this child. I have written so much about him and wasn’t sure what I could say or do differently, but then the universe spoke.
At 10:45 pm, my son, Artie, asked me if I was going to write a blog. My response was nope – taking the week off. That prompted me to go back and read my last two Easter blogs. They were a couple of my favorites because I had an inspiration. They are both about Joe, my beautiful Easter blessing and let’s face it, he is one of my biggest inspirations.
As we are nearing the end of Down Syndrome Awareness Month, I feel compelled to write about my guy. Lord knows, he is my favorite subject. What’s it like to live with my little man?
The alarm went off at 7:55; my heart jumped and the tears popped into my eyes. My head told me to get up and move because I don’t want to be crying all day.
Last week, I wrote a snippet from a bad week that had come near the end of a tough school year. After that post and some of the comments I received, I realized that I lost sight of a critical ingredient through my struggle. I was wasn’t relying on my faith.
I’m sitting in the diner having lunch with my son just trying not to cry. Maybe I have had my head up my ass all these years. Did I overestimate what I thought my son would be able to do? Do I need a reality check?
Seems so simple, but as the saying goes, “the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” Yup, that should be on my tombstone, but I didn’t take that sitting down.
Today is Easter, the holiest day of the year, and I didn’t feel it was appropriate to write a travel blog. Instead, I will tell another story about my Easter baby, why we always count our blessings and are grateful to God during this time. This is a little story behind our trip to Italy for pizza and a wish finally fulfilled.