This week has been somewhat of a roller coaster ride. We have been extremely busy, hence the lack of new posts. Also, Evan has been going through something. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. He just hasn't been himself. At first, I contributed it to the time change, but now I'm not so sure. Please pray for us as we seem to be going through some sort of transition. Maybe it is just him growing up. I don't know. It's nothing really serious. He just isn't himself lately. I guess everyone goes through times like this, but since he is my baby, it makes my heart hurt to see him struggling. I am hoping next week will be better.
I couldn't help but tear up (well, really flat out bawl) when I was reading an article today in a local magazine about a woman who has started a dance class for disabled children. Her daughter has spina bifida and wanted to take ballet, so she started a class. In the article she quoted something I had read before but had forgotten about. I think it definitely applies to families of disabled children or children with special needs. Here is what it said:
"In her 1987 essay "Welcome to Holland," writer Emily Perl Kingsley compares the experience of raising a child with a disability to planning a wonderful trip to Italy only to touch down in Holland. "So you must go out and buy new guide books," Kingsley writes. "And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's...less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around ... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills ... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts."
I don't think it is a coincidence I read this today after a hard week. I think this is a good way to describe our journey. As much as I wish Evan did not have autism, there have been unbelievable blessings that have come out of it, and I am so thankful for every single one of them.