I'm tlot-tlot-tlotting along in the game of life, thinking all is well. I got registered at Oregon State University for Spring term. (yay!) Ready to cut back hours at work. (yay!) Getting a decent tax return so as to pay off a few looming bills- including the car. (BIG yay!)
Then...
Good old Fate comes at me from her toes with a left hook, blindsiding me. I was bracing myself, but still, one is never totally ready for a left hook from Fate. I don't care who you are.
My wonderful little boy has Asperger's syndrome.
The insecure me pretty much fell apart for a few days (ya think!?!). I got on the pity pot and sat. What could I have done different? was it me? It's all my fault. His dad was such a jerk. yaddah yaddah...
Then the tough me: "WTF!! This has to be somebody's fault! NOT mine! God, you are mean!" blah blah blah...
Then I did some research. I found a support group. I think I can handle it. I hope I can handle it. I am a mother after all. And a knitter. I love that little guy like there's no tomorrow. I want to be everything he needs, because I'm all he has.
I remember a great quote from the movie "Duma".
"Change happens. That's the way it is all the time. The little boy that is with me now is not the same little boy that left home. See? Change." ~Ribcuna
Hat #10 for the 1000 hat project.
My new mitts. Actually yes, they are for me!
How cool is that!
Soy/wool blend. Very soft and almost shiny.
Even though I know I will have my weak moments ( I am human after all- just don't tell anyone), I know everything will be alright. I have to believe that, no matter what the change.
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