It's snowing (again!), the kids are home from school (see previous parenthesis!) and, although I am thrilled to NOT have to worry about my oldest driving (it's her day off, YAY!) or our school buses getting through this mess, I'm just hoping they actually finish out the year...before the 4th of July.
The cold weather is rough for a lot of folks. Especially, if you are prone to winter depression. Most especially, when you are dealing with a physical disability. But, you know what's really hard? Watching the people you love, more than ANYTHING on this planet, try and fight their way through both.
Aaaaand, if you are a parent, well, then you already know that there is NOTHING worse than seeing your child in pain. Physical, mental, emotional, it doesn't matter. Unless you are a parent of a teen, or caring for an aging parent, who's grown accustomed to feeling alone and helpless, then it's like walking around with an epic splinter, embedded deep inside your chest, constantly poking at your heart.
I once thought the best Garth (not his real name) and I could hope for (as parents) is that our children grow up to be healthy, happy and relatively well-adjusted human beings.
Only NOW do I realize that it is a lifelong process, for ALL of us.
So, when the problems seem insurmountable (like today), it helps to know that sometimes...some...ding...danged...times...the answer is as simple as embracing the ability to look beyond the storm.
Kids (in unison): Hey, daddy's home!
Me: Oh, wow, they actually let you come home WAY early, huh?
AND then cling to that mother-trucker...FUH-EVER...or, at least, until the next BIG storm.
Garth (not his real name): I didn't text you, because you've got enough to worry about.
Although I prefer to think of it as more like "constructive anxiety" am I right?!?
[sound of crickets, chirping]
Stupid ground hog, dumbass Winter Storm Maximus.