We’ve been having the weirdest late Spring California weather I can remember. There is rain, wind and hail. There are thunderstorms. In the middle of it all, there are little glimmers of blue sky and sun. The weather fit my day.
First, I dropped the T off for preschool. I had to hurry to the office to complete my big paper project for Court. The project that requires me to be the anti-green consumer. When will the Court get with it and go green? Everything has to be filed in duplicate! I went through three reams of 500 sheets of paper each today. 1500 pages!!
As I was copying and editing and signing, our ABA senior tutor sent me this text from the preschool:
“Tootles just initiated asking K to jump. It was sooo cool!”
I was sad to miss it but excited! My little boy was asking one of his preschool buddies to play with him!! Yay! There is a little suspended bridge across some play equipment where the kids jump. I knew that was what she was talking about. Without a prompt, he sought out a playmate to join him! This was truly a social coup!
Within a minute, a second text came:
“He just asked kids to play chase independently!”
What kind of happy is that? My son is learning to talk to and play with his classmates! Wow! This is progress. I was teary-eyed. This is something so natural for neurotypical kids. My son, on the other hand? He does not do this. Wait. Did not do this. Now, he does!
Just after receiving this exciting and happy news, in the middle of my work project, my dad stopped by my office to tell me that there was something wrong with my mom. Her blood sugar shot up and would not come down. She was shaking. Now, I was worried. As you may recall, my mom was in the hospital for a month back in March and went home in early April. She is very delicate.
He got her home and took her temperature. She had a fever of 100.6. Off to Urgent Care, per her primary physician. Urgent care then transferred her to the Emergency Room because her blood sugar dived down to 47. She is now again, admitted to the hospital with an elevated white cell count.
As I ran to get the phone to answer a call updating me about my mom, I slipped and fell. I felt immediate pain in my left knee. I don’t know what’s wrong there. No one was home but me and Tootles. He brought me the phone. The hubs came home and got me ice but I cannot walk yet.
Again, my little boy is growing and came to my rescue. He hugged me. He asked me “What’s wrong mommy?” He was sooo good.
Everything about my little boy is wondrous and beautiful. He is my patch of blue sky and sun. I hope the storm will blow over soon. I need a lot more blue sky.