Barrett’s First Track Meet!
Finally – we had our big day! As I’ve been writing about for weeks, my son Barrett became a member of his school’s track team. After the first two events were rained out, he finally ran in his first track meet. And it was awesome!
Little background. At Barrett’s last IEP meeting, his PE coach asked me if there was anything I’d like him to help Barrett with. I offhandedly suggested having him run, so he could win the 50 yard dash at the Special Olympics this year. His teacher, Bobbi Jo, heard this and, as is par for the course for this particular Autism Angel, had an idea – to put Barrett on the track team. Continue reading First Track Meet!
I think it was along winter for many of us, and I’m thrilled to greet the arrival of spring. My Daffodils are in bloom and my tulips are sprouting. Spring comes and goes rather quickly in Atlanta, so I’m going to try and enjoy it while it lasts.
Your time has come, now hasten little snowflakes,
To vanish quite away;
The spring-tide hours are sounding gentle warnings
Forbidding you to stay.
~ M. E. Hathaway
Some pictures from our winter:
Continue reading Good-bye Winter
At heart, I’m a glass is half full type of girl, although admittedly, I’ve had phases when the glass was half empty – and sometimes even bone dry. Still I think my propensity to be positive is what has kept me mostly sane on this autism journey. I try to keep my essays about Barrett positive, because I loathe the thought of anyone feeling sorry for us. But sometimes, sometimes I can’t conjure up my inner Pollyanna. Continue reading …Of What Could Have Been
You’d think that as an Irish girl I’d do it up right on Saint Paddy’s Day. And if you do – you’re wrong. The day has become quite the boring non-event for me. In preparation for this post, I looked through my digital picture files of the last ten years, and I was surprised to discover there is only one March 17th file -from 2005. We’d just sold our home in Maryland and in a burst of nostalgia, I took a picture of every room, from every angle. There isn’t one picture of my children dressed in green, of us eating corned beef and cabbage, or of me imbibing Irish whisky. If I have time, I’ll check my old photo albums. Certainly there must be one picture – somewhere?!?! Continue reading Whatever Happened to My St. Patrick’s Day?