Sometimes, I feel like Humpty Dumpty. I get up on the wall. I fall. The king's things cannot put me back together, but I put myself back together and climb back up on the wall. Lo and behold...someone or something knocks me down again. What holds me together is that I keep getting back up. Since I've gotten back up before, I know that I'll do it again...climb back up. Even though things happen that I knew would happen and wished wouldn't happen for a long time, they happen and knock me out.
What, you ask? Well, that I am reading nursery rhymes (Humpty Dumpty is one) to my 9-year-old daughter and her Aunt Flo. Autism sometimes adds a layer of stress that makes climbing the wall a slippery slope.
4 comments:
Uh, did you say what I think you just said? Did Sophie start her uh, you know... ????
No way! At age 9?!? Or, did I read that wrong too?
Oh my gosh, Mary. I cannot believe that at age 9 she's hangin' with Aunt Flo. That must have scared the heck out of her...and you.
How are things? Long time no talk! Were you at work today? How are u feeling? Miss you... hope you're having a decent New Years!
~Maria
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