As I left my daughter playing with a puzzle in her bedroom this morning, I stepped in front of the mirror and realized what I was feeling was: Thank you.
Not thank you to anyone/thing specific (fill-in-your-deity(ies)-of-choice), but an overwhelming thanks that I had a happy healthy, sharp and independent minded child.
She has in no way always been easy. And, based on current hints, will likely be a LOT harder (that sharp, independent mind is GOING to give me trouble – I can tell), but things could have been SO much harder.
I have a pretty ‘typical’ child. Children who have disabilities, physical or mental, or chronic health issues, or emotional problems, are not of lesser value than ‘normal’ children. But they are more challenging. They take more effort, money, patience, time, and planning. I could have/can do that stuff, and would do so for WST if something happened. But so far, I don’t have to.
My life is pretty sorted out. I could be a single mom – instead of one with TWO partners. I could be on welfare, homeless, or on drugs. I could have horrible, awful, or no relatives and friends – instead of wonderful supportive ones (even the ones I’m not fond of are really just fine – ok well except THAT one). I could have physical or emotional challenges myself (other than a tendency to overcommit and procrastinate). I have a nice home, a good job it looks like I get to keep (as do my partners), decent health, and a minimum of emotional trauma in my life.
I feel I am fortunate. I don’t have to face those extra challenges. And I need to keep these things in mind when I am losing my patience, lost for a solution, SURE that this (situation or behavior-that-is-making-me-crazy) will NEVER end.
Lastly, I HAVE a child. Others who want one do not. And I WANT this child. Others have one (or more) they don’t want.
And she has ME. And we have the DADS.
Thank you. To whoever is listening, perhaps only to my inner self – I am grateful. Really, really grateful.