Continuing on our Journey....

The struggles and joys are real.  Really real.  For weeks I have given thought to the stories & situations I share. To this point, I have been open, honest and very very real.  The situations we face are not often typical.  Sometimes they are painful, embarrassing and just plain weird.  Sometimes the situations are hilarious and heart warming.  Often I am writing because I need to just get the grief, anger or frustration out of me and blogging is very calming.  Occasionally I hope to share a real life moment so that the mom out there who feels all alone just might stumble upon the blog and feel like "WOW I can relate" (because I was that mom and it really sucks).  Sometimes our life is just so outrageous I chuckle and know someone else will too.

I have pondered the privacy of our family and that of the people who may be involved and recognize the situations (although it is rare I would identify anyone).  I have chatted with my uber sensitive husband who has tolerated my blogging for 6 years now.  And for a couple weeks I have sat quietly.

I have decided at this moment in our lives, we continue on the course we are on.... we share.  We tell our journey.  Our story.  The struggles and the joy are real.  Very real.  Our family lives in a different way.  It is my belief that I am not causing harm or humiliation to my child or my family.  I share the real life events.  I can not expect people to understand all of what we experience but the quiet whispers and judging stares bother me less if I do my best to share our journey.  I can not expect people to know about sensory processing, ADHD, medication, ODD or any of the issues if I don't do my best to tell them what life with this is like... and it is not always pretty or easy.

I can commit to keeping it real and honest.  I can tell you sometimes I will vent in anger and frustration.  Sometimes the hilarity will bring tears to your eyes and you will wonder how we function.  Sometimes you will just want to hug me when I pass by.  And then there will be times when you go home to your quiet, typical home and are just thankful.

The love I have for my child is immense.  I would not trade him or any part of him.  The story we share is ours and we invite you to join us.