Let's start with the bad news. The repeated kicks to my face as I tried to put on Little One's 'ears' this morning. The missing elf slipper which was the ONLY acceptable form of clothing today. The tears when he discovered a hole in his eventual compromise of an Iron Man costume. That sickening feeling of physically wrestling a distraught child into a carseat and simply closing the door on his cries. The shame of snapping at the older kids for no better reason than frustration. The moment, as you leave the driveway 11 minutes after school started when you seriously consider just taking everyone back inside and refusing to deal with this nonsense. Some days are just crap.
Somehow, we got to school. Somehow, everyone walked into their school with a hug and a smile. Somehow, not 10 minutes later, Littlest had me smiling with pride as he charged round the local shop asking for things to be made to go 'beep pweeeeeease!'. We made it to naptime, and I sat under the weight of his slumber and just took a breath. Some days are ok.
And then we collected Little One from school. He'd had another great day in there, and had even elected to change into 'normal' clothes mid-morning. Where was that can-do attitude this morning, kiddo? At home it was time for a bottle. 'Bottle please?' I signed and spoke. 'Gawka geeee!' he repeated as he signed along. His first ever two word sentence. After many, many kisses of praise, I made his bottle. Now he wanted to be carried to the couch where he could drink it. Again I paired the words with their sounds, not expecting to elicit much reaction now. 'Up, Mammy? Up! Mammy' and my heart stopped as he used the sign and the word for the first time. 'Mama. Puh! Mamama'. And I squealed, and I lifted him as up as I possibly can, held him high as I danced round the kitchen laughing and singing 'Come on up to Maaaammmmy, come on UP to Maaaaaammmmyyyy!'
And what did he do next? Why, the little chancer shushed me! Apparently my singing is not to his discerning tastes.
Some days are just amazing.
And that's life with additional needs. It's very much like the Irish weather in its ability to change frequently and without warning. I just need to keep practicing dancing in the rain.