If you follow my friend tudusamom, she is taking a break from blogging for now for privacy reasons. Pass it on. She has 160+ followers so I know I won't reach everyone that follows her without your help. She'll come back, she's just on hiatus. It seems that the blogosphere just has a hard time understanding our lives with challenged kids.
That said, a few months back I was asked to create a special needs group for RAD parenting. I've neglected that site but am back in the mix, full force. Please feel free to join Support for Special needs and look for the group RADical parenting Perhaps with a login-only site, we can be more open about our emotions as RAD parents without the threat of readers pulling the rug out from under us when they don't have a firm grasp on our situations.
BONUS: there is real-time chat.
So here's the question:
Why do our challenging lives with our challenging children make outsiders nervous?
Let me ask the question another way:
If a friend's child has cancer, do you question whether or not your friend is being an appropriate parent? Or do you just mourn with your friend, hold their hand, hug them, offer them a cooked meal and put the whole family on the prayer chain?
See, because when people make immediate, negative assumptions about parents of challenged children without ever considering that the parents need more support than the child, the whole house of cards is going to come tumbling down.
If you're living a life without challenged children, I challenge you to just embrace parents of challenged children. Don't question, don't judge, don't do anything other than love them, pray for them, support them, hug them, praise them, encourage them, build them up, take them out for coffee, make donations so they can go to Orlando, send them fat quarters (MANY THANKS mamadrama-timestwo!), get them gift cards to Wal.mart or JC.Penney, do something, do ANYTHING to prevent
another RADical parent from biting the dust.
On a lighter note, October marked a year out of the classroom for me. What's changed in that year? I used to listen to NPR. Now I listen Classic Rock. I used to wear heels, jewelry and make up. Now I wear hiking boots, do-rags and royal blue shirts. (I was recently mistaken for being butch. What a hoot!) I used to carry bags of books, pencils and stacks of paper. Now I carry buckets of water, mops and squeegees. I used to get stressed out about my job AND my children. Now I just get stressed out about my children. And best change of all, I used to have Penn State's fight song as my ring tone. Now I have QUEEN! (Bohemian Rhapsody, in case you wondered)
Yes I quilt while cranking up the classic rock.
Yes, sometimes I'll still be wearing the do-rag, blue shirt and hiking boots because by the end of the day, I have disgusting hair and it's an awful effort to change clothes just to use a needle and thread.
Yes. That is a strange image.
Yes, The Dad has photo proof of this monstrous sight which he blackmails me with. (Have you seen any snarky images of him on my blog lately? Right. Now you know why. There is a rather hideous digital image of me some where, waiting to be posted on FB if I do not comply.)
You.Tube embedded codes have been removed by request. Here are the linkeroos in case you've got a hankering for some Queen (and really, I can't see how you WOULDN'T want to listen to Queen)
Another one bites the dust