Today was my turn for a bit of a meltdown.
Chalk it up to the combination of feeling wildly vulnerable, a wee unsafe and caught off guard- but tonight the tears started coming...and coming...and coming.
I'm learning (slower than I'd like) that I can't control the world around me, but I can control the world I choose to live in.
The world I choose to expose my children to.
I am not a believer in sheltering a child, especially a child with special needs- but I do believe in minimizing situations, places, ideas that un-do 187,000 hours of soul you put into building, guiding and developing your children's self worth.
This could be one of my greatest challenges of parenting- when to protect and when to conquer.
Tonight my parenting (more so, my child's reaction to her world) was challenged by a close relative- again.
What I should have done was take my babies and head home; what I did, was sit and try to explain, educate, and plead for more empathy...tried it to tears.
I believe this is a pretty clear sign that trying to control people's behaviors around us will drain me of my purpose- but educating and advocating to those who want to listen, will fuel my nerves, my gumption, my fight.
To all who give a few minutes of your day to read our blog, to learn about the scallywhompiness that is our world; to those who engage their heart and honor our fight- I can't thank you enough.