I would love for this election to be over tomorrow, instead of in November — call me, I dunno, THIN-SKINNED, but I am not looking forward to just over three months of Trump garbage, of Mike Pence trying to square his “religious freedom” bullshit with some awkward newfound support for “L…G…B….T” folks. Of Hillary For Prison signs. Of people who are scared to death of a president with a vag. Bleah. So I think that whenever I feel blue and disgusted with the trash fries*, I’ll go back and rewatch two DNC speeches: the ones given by our President and our First Lady.
Found more excellent blogs about special needs kid parenting. Here’s an amazing, wrenching article written by Ellen, who runs Love That Max:
(From The Elephant in the Playroom: Ordinary Parents Write Intimately and Honestly About the Extraordinary Highs and Heartbreaking Lows of Raising Kids with Special Needs, edited by Denise Brodey and published by Hudson Street Press, 2007.)
This is an incredible article. It’s so well-written, and I identify with so much in it, so, so much. The comparisons/”compare-a-thons.” The constant, draining worry about the future and what E will be capable of. But I identify with the good, too — like how excellent it felt to unsubscribe from What To Expect’s daily updates, to throw away our sleep training books, to push standard milestones out of our heads. (On that last one, weeeell, mostly. It also helps that we moved to a new town and we don’t know anyone yet.) Anyhoo, if you’re parent to a special needs kid, I highly recommend it. If you’re not, I still highly recommend it. Enjoy.
*originally I meant this to be “trash fires.” But I typed “fries” instead, and I think I’ve found a new favorite phrase.