Just a brief entry here. The past few weeks have been stressful. Tony, my husband, is a federal employee, and therefore has been not working for the past two weeks, with no end in sight. I don't generally let money issues stress me, but just having our routine changed and the uncertainty is stress enough, and the lack of pay is not fun. We had two appointments last week regarding Janey. I'll write more about them when I can, but they both upset me in different ways. Janey had an off and on tough week. This weekend, however, has been great with her, but unfortunately not with her brother William. William called on Saturday and said he was homesick and wanted to come home for a while from college. We went to get him, and it was apparent after a short time home that his anxiety level was unbelievably high. He's having a very tough time adjusting to campus life. He's made a good amount of friends, but Brandeis is a very different environment that he's been used to in his urban high school or at home with a loud Italian family. I went back to campus with him yesterday and spent some time, and even I felt like fleeing from the quietness and the intense and focused social interactions. William is committed to staying in college, and we are going to support him all we can. But I have a feeling it's going to be a rough ride. He worked so so hard to get into a very good school, and it's breaking my heart he is feeling so sad and overwhelmed.
And so we go on. As with all of you out there on this journey of special needs parenting, or indeed parenting at all, we put one foot in front of the other each day and go on, because that's what we have to do. We go on with hope that tomorrow will be easier, that our children will be happy and thriving and living the best lives they can. My religion has left me, for the most part, but there are no atheists in foxholes, and I prayed a bit this weekend, to whoever might be listening, to keep my kids safe and happy. I truly can ask no more in life but that.