sometimes i really wish i was a superhero
we can't really relate to a superhero, but we can all identify with the person, who in times of crisis, draws forth some extraordinary quality from within himself and triumphs, but only after a struggle.- adapted from timothy dalton
yesterday, i confirmed to steve that we [the kids and i] were staying here in san diego, while he attended CGSC in KS. and while not saying much, he nodded with agreement. this morning, i awoke to a few more blog comments and by 6:30 AM, confirmed that we should go with him to KS and i will make things work for kiele. i feverishly and passionately completely switched gears and contacted the leavenworth school district, forwarded kiele's IEP, researched houses for sale in KS and ended up in contact with the KS deaf itinerant teacher, who is supposed to be calling kiele's CA deaf itinerant teacher today. it all seemed to happen in an instant. without my thinking. in a blur.
it just happened. just. like. that.
and now, the only thing that is certain is that my husband must think i'm nuts and beyond frustrated with me and my confirmed wishy-washiness. i've pretty much been in tears every day. a lump in my throat. completely sick to my stomach. this decision sucks. moving for one year isn't easy for a 7th grader period. moving for a year is that much more challenging, with a 7th grader with special needs. i say that and then simultaneously remind myself that i've NEVER made excuses for kiele and her disability...and have always taught her that she is just like everyone else and anything and everything is possible for her. and well, i guess that should include a one-year move to KS, right?! damn it...if it were only that easy. but maybe it is. this, my friends, is what i battle with minute-by-minute, day-by-day.
and then this afternoon, i went to my google reader and read this, by boho girl (one of my favorite blogs)--
Yesterday I walked around quietly and in mindfulness that all of the hard work. All the pain. All of the weeping. All of the tear soaked pillows. All of the confusion. The unanswered questions. The fear. The longing. The aching of a wounded heart. All of it has purpose in my life now. The idea that our pain, our trials are present in our life not only to help mold us into our most beautiful and true selves but to help others do the same, is humbling me to the core.
Sometimes in our pain or in our stories, we feel so isolated and alone. But our stories aren't just about us. Our stories are happening for others to learn from, love from, grow from and with this knowledge, it gives us more purpose. And with this purpose, we have more reason to keep going.
I'm going to keep it simple today and just say that...because that is enough to move mountains in our lives. In my life. Truly.
Today I marinate in the serenade of life purpose.
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maybe this is exactly the path i'm supposed to be on--the path i'm meant to pave. could it be that my journey is to open doors in other states for DHH children? am i just scared to knock those doors down and follow that rocky path? am i just preferring to continue down the path that has become comfortable versus taking the rocky road i'm truly meant to be on?
and i do believe that this story goes beyond me, which is why i continue to share, through my own personal struggles and frustrations. i know that there's others (military families, families with special needs children and who knows who else) that can benefit from these struggles. and frankly, while i like to sometimes think that i'm supermom and can do it all...i'm not and i can't. i'm just me...trying to get through life and be the best i can be.
no matter what happens, i promise you this...i will stay strong and i will keep going. whether in CA or KS, i will draw from within, use my own personal superhero(ish) qualities and be triumphant in the end. i promise you...i will!
thanks boho girl... i thank you for saying exactly what i've been thinking...and trying to say myself (even though our stories are so very different). love you. let us marinate!