"A bend in the road is not the end of the road...
unless you fail to make the turn."
Realized (based on all the responses) that everyone who read yesterdays post is thinking the worst. Let me use a better word. Yesterday I told you we had received "startling" news. Well, I take that back.
Startling was the wrong word. The correct word was:
My child's Dr told us something that was certainly unsettling and may even be life altering, but not the worst. For all intensive purposes, the child in question is healthy.
I'm just... as a mother... I'm just having to learn a new path. I once read an article about what it's like to have a child with Down Syndrome (obviously NOT what I'm dealing with). The mother said it was like planning a trip to Paris and landing in Holland. At first it's very sad and disappointing, but eventually you come to appreciate the culture, speak the language, the pace of the country, etc.
Well, I'm obviously not visiting Holland, but I feel a bit like I've planned a tropical vacation getaway on a yacht only to land in Alaska for a fishing trip. It's still a boat trip, and sure -Alaska is beautiful- but fishing is a lot less relaxing, a lot more grueling, and certainly harder than the planned trip*.
Hopefully, this little look the thesaurus will calm some of the concern out there in blog land. I'm fine, thrown, but fine, and so is my kiddo. Thanks so much for your prayers & comments. I do appreciate them very, very, much.
~as if any of us really expected parenthood to be as easy as a getaway on a yacht? I didn't. I'm not complaining, please don't hear my words as whining. I'm trying to adjust.~