Some days are harder than others...

When you are a stay at home mom, some days are really stressful, and most days are reely awesome. When you have a differently abled child, some days are harder than others. During the fall and winter seasons, Garrett does not do well. The constantly changing weather makes him feel terrible...which makes him VERY FUSSY! Sometimes it is like water torture. Monthly hormeone changes doesn't really help my stress level, but I do have one constant calming love force...KENNEDY!
Kennedy is the best big sister to Garrett. She gets irritated sometimes, but she loves him so much. Garrett thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread. He loves it when she plays with him and loves on him. He will go to her and play with her when he will not do something for someone else. She is a great help.

Mike has been working so much lately...either with his charity or his job...that we very rarely get any time together. I know that all marriages have issues like that, but it is different when you have a special child. My doctor told me that 96% of marriages that have a special child end in divorce. Just having that statistic hanging over our head adds more stress. I am trying to get him to commit to a week of just our time, but he is really not wanting to do so because of $. We had to buy a new car...my fault for having to have it now...so the cruise that we planned in January got put on hold. If we stay here, I will clean and get stuff done that I can not do when I always have the kids and he will work with his charity and get his needed stuff done. A catch 22. Whatever.

Everyday I thank God for sending Garrett to me, but most days I wonder why he felt I could do a good job. I have never been a patient person, but I have found alot of patience from somewhere within my being. It is funny because I had so many plans of how our life would be when we had our children...now I have to dream different dreams. Priorities can change in an instant. Now, instead of my children having to be the best, smartest, cutest, blah, blah, blah. It is important that they be the best them they can be. When people in public say "how old is your son, and you are still carrying him? He is still in diapers? He still takes a bottle? (not anymore :>) He is babbling?" I just kindly ask them how many children do they have, and when they answer, I ask them if they are all healthy children. When they answer yes, I tell them to be thankful for them and show compassion for those that are not healthy. They usually turn their head and walk away. I am proud of my son. I am proud that at 4 1/2 years old that he can play pat-a-cake by himself and that he can now drink out of a sippy cup. I am proud to say that yes he does still wear diapers and that yes I do have to carry him...because it is better than not having him at all. So, THANK YOU GOD FOR CHOSING ME TO BE GARRETT'S MOM!