A little piece of heaven

Missing my boy…enjoying my girl…

Because here comes Nathan!

Nathan, Owen, and nanny mcMary are heading to Montreal tomorrow for a cuevas medek intensive therapy session. They will be there for one week.

Belle and I are planning to spoil ourselves all week. We have joint massages scheduled and a joint manicure and pedicure. On Wednesday we’re gonna take my mom and grandma to the Santa Barbara beaches for some more R&R. We found a little cottage a few blocks from the beach for a fantastic price. We’re planning on staying 2 or 3 nights.

We’re excited about what this week will bring to all of us!

…the miracle that we wait and pray for is not for our children to be healed externally, but for us to find peace and healing internally?

What if God/Buddha/Allah gave them to us so we can learn unconditional love, acceptance, patience, compassion?

What if we are missing out on our miracle by focusing on changing/improving our children? Because our miracle is the fact that we have the opportunity to change so deeply, on so many levels? Not just for us parents, but for everyone who comes in contact with children with special needs? Friends, lurkers, therapists, strangers?

What if we got off the “Fix our Children” treadmill and focused more on internal healing for ourselves? Or at the very least, balanced the two?

What if we gave our own internal journey as much importance as our kids external journey?

What if we measured progress by our own rate of spiritual growth instead of what new things our children are doing?

What if our children, in their helplessness and their neediness, are the most supreme and exquisite teachers we will ever meet? That instead of them needing our help, WE are the ones who need THEIRS?

What if we lived in DisabledLand, where every single person was disabled and had limited abilities – would we still want our children to do more? Would the fact that their condition is the “norm” in DisabledLand mean that all of the a sudden they are okay the way they are? Is their condition so difficult to cope with because they are different from everybody else? Is it the comparison that causes the grief?

What if we replaced worry with faith?