So I am working on a post titled "bully"
The topic itself makes me sick and I am popping into my blog in small intervals to write it. The draft sits, waiting and patient.
This post is a simple moment of gratitude.
I was just sitting with my son chatting. We were chatting about things he enjoys. Laughing. He was telling me funny stories.
I walked outside and steped on one of my daughter's pet snails. I feel bad but she is very understanding. She tells me her brother suggested she paints the snails shells to tell them apart.
Earlier my son was playing with his sister and he dumped glue in her hair, ugh. She signs at home even though she is profoundly hearing. Her signs were big and full of giggles as she trotted off to the shower.
My husband comes in from the vet and tells us our dog has an ear infection. Earlier the other dog was whining missing his brother and my son insisted jazz music would help and I stood by the classical music choice. Well it turns out according to my husband jazz is the dog's xanax. My son tosses a "told you" at me and laughs.
Haddy wants the computer to show his sister something I told him to wait so he went to her to hang out while I type this short post. "Hey let me read it first before you post it OK?"
"Sure" I reply.
I decide it is time to post and turn back to find my son. He is playing with his sister. They are laughing and so involved. So just this once I will not show him my post first.
At his age he may not understand my gratitude. Anyone who has children will. The thing I am so grateful for is my family. We are Deaf, hearing, clumsy, funny, messy and just not the norm but we are happy. We only communicate in ASL at home.