I’m doing a parenting course at the moment for parents of special needs kids and it’s been so informative and helpful. I had missed last week because of the accident but went last night and it was about conflict and also managing our anger and feelings. I drove home and realised the reason I’ve been so cranky and in a bad mood the past week and a half is the anger I’m still feeling over what has happened to our big girl. It’s funny how we think we’re fine but then can’t understand why we have no patience, are cranky and upset all the time. I’ve been telling people how fine I was but really I knew I wasn’t. So I realised that I need to move on from how I’m feeling over how this happened.
Life was so perfect when we moved here and I knew at the back of my mind that saying it was perfect would mean something would go wrong. I just knew it. I almost put in a blog post that I didn’t want to write how perfect everything was because something could go wrong. And it did. But this morning I’ve woken up and decided to not be angry and be aware of how I am treating everyone. We’re back to the hospital for another x-ray and the 3rd cast on today and hopefully some crutches to get around with the aim of getting her back to school in a week or two. I also have a bag of wool to drop off to the lovely volunteers at the children’s hospital who knit and crochet for their little shop.
Sitting outside yesterday and then chasing this little guy around is one way I feel better. Chocolate and a nice cup of tea is another. The birds sing all day and my little man just runs around listening and looking for the birds, chasing the ball, calling out to me to ‘come on’ and just having fun. And just hanging out the washing and looking at the beautiful view reminds me that life is good out here and I have a lot to be grateful for.