It’s Sunday night - we are on an airplane ride home – and the most beautiful little girl on the planet is sprawled across my lap. Her feet brush our neighbor’s leg...
Fortunately, as my Father would have it, Lisa is a friend from church and she knows our Bliss. And by knows, I mean knows.
“When you do something for someone else, don’t call attention to yourself. You’ve seen them in action, I’m sure—‘playactors’ I call them—treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that’s all they get. When you help someone out, don’t think about how it looks. Just do it—quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out." - Matthew 6:2-4 MSG
This is me at a pretty cool photo shoot for postpartum doula life a few weeks back. Before I realized we would be homeschooling, I thought I would just be working with and writing for moms. But alas, God had other plans. Homeschool being one.
Homeschooling a special needs child gives you hundreds of opportunities practice small acts of kindness with great love in the dark. When nobody is looking, we're tidying the tornado that rips through our world again and again and again. Sometimes with words. Sometimes with a squeeze. And sometimes by avoiding eye contact - because, like a dominant doberman, my daughter will aggress with too much social stimulation.
When life gives you lemons - a.k.a. all the wildness - you can either make some super delicious lemonade with it... or you can not. With six years of mothering a gorgeous child with sensory processing disorder and fifteen years mothering me - a woman living with chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS/ME) - under my belt, I have personally come to the conclusion that either we choose to thrive... to make the lemonade... or we choose to not thrive.
"We just need to get through these days. But also, I don't want to miss them! This is going to fly by."