I am beyond ecstatic that today is Friday.
After picking up my son from work, I’m now happily sipping my late day coffee, which seems to be a regular occurrence these days.
My daughter’s 5 am wake up time and the cats fighting under my bed, put a massive dent in my otherwise enjoyable night’s sleep. Suffice to say caffeine is required!
It’s hard to believe that the start of school is just a few short weeks away. Like many parents I find myself torn between sadness that summer is ending, yet strangely joyful at the prospect of getting back to routines, and some level of predictability.
We’ve been living in a world that has been turned upside down for months. Families struggling to work from home and juggle homeschooling, or those less fortunate, finding themselves without work and worried how they were going to make it through.
And all of us worried and fearful of this invisible threat that seems to lurk around every corner.
Having a child with Autism, who needs the structure and routine of school to thrive, has made for an incredibly challenging time. I must say my resilience has been pushed to the limit more than a few times since March.
She has unfortunately regressed quite a bit, so September will signal the start of a long climb back upwards to regain some of the skills she has lost. I wish that I could access professional support services to help her with that climb, but we are still in the dark about when those will begin again.
2020 will be a year for the history books, and as my daughter and I countdown to September, I am hopeful that everyone will get through this period safely and remember to treat each other with kindness and compassion.