My kid is happy. Let me rephrase that… My kid started school a few weeks ago AND he’s happy. No more anxiety, no stomach aches, no fear, no sadness, no worries. Just a carefree (and did I mention happy?) nine year old boy who loves school again. Finally. Our family is in such a good place right now, I could weep with joy.
Last year was rough. I want to stuff it all deep into a dusty cardboard box, duct tape the hell out of it and throw it onto our fire pit. Burn baby burn. Onward and upward, right?
I am thankful that this year, Jackson is surrounded by people who care about his health and his social and emotional well being. I know, pretty simple right? Here’s the thing, kids aren’t stupid. When people don’t CARE about them, they don’t feel CARED for. They feel less than and hurt and nervous and worried and anxious and alone. Do you know what this can do to a child? Do you know how lonely the world can seem when people just don’t give. a. shit?
So do me favor? Give a shit. Go OUT OF YOUR WAY to look for those kiddos who need a little extra something… A smile. A hug. Attention. Patience. Advocacy. And give it, whatever it is with a heart wide open. Because it’s the right thing to do.
Thank you to everyone who gives a shit about our family. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for your emails and messages and phone calls. Thank you for your friendship and support. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.