I’ve had a shitty week – there’s no other way to sugar coat this. I’ve been seriously disappointed by some colleagues, and that’s not a life lesson that I needed to learn.
So, I had an overwhelming urge to talk to my kids. Henry always manages to make me laugh (even though he’s not always trying…) I called him first. “Hi Henry… I’ve had a rotten day and I called to get cheered up.” “WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE CALLED ME THEN!!!! Because I’m having a bad day too!” OK then… Guess we’ll talk about this later. Coincidentally, John (#1 Son), was driving through town on his way to Guelph for homecoming. And of course, there was a required stopover for cash… But I have to say that #1 Son is a great hugger, and I felt better after he’d been through.
How do we deal with the blues? On this occasion, I felt like I’d been through a battle – I was exhausted. I needed to sleep, but couldn’t. And when I could sleep, I’d wake up with the same dark feeling.
I’ve reconciled myself with what happened to cause this feeling. I need to move on with my life and I refuse to let this get me down. I’m blessed to have a partner who is unwaveringly supportive and loving – Left Brain’s “Momma Bear” instincts came rushing to the surface to protect me. He was as wounded as I. So, as a team, we, and I will prevail.
Does Henry know that he is not on his own? When he’s feeling overwhelmed, anxious, agitated and/or “down” – does he know that all he has to do is reach out? This worries me – he’s made some friends/acquaintances, but I don’t think he’s surrounded at school by people who always have his back. I plan to connect with his disability advisor in the next couple of days to get a sense of how she thinks he’s coping.
And what was bothering Henry when I called him? He’d been assigned a partner to do an assignment in one of his classes. He could not connect with this other student, and was stressing about failing an assignment. In the end, he completed the assignment on his own and handed it in….