The view over our back fence on a stormy day
Sorry I haven't posted much this week. I've had my mind completely invested in other places and posting here was just too much.
It has been a long, tiring week. A week with 5 and 6 year old 'special needs' children adjusting and adapting to the routines of beginning school, and learning those things in a new school. Pushing boundaries, being defiant, not understanding why they feel the way they do. Perhaps not even knowing the label to put on the feeling. A week of us learning what it is to cope with a disorder none of us have seen in our classrooms before now. A week of feeling a bit fragile over the enormity of the task we face.
There have been glimmers of beauty throughout the challenges. Like I posted yesterday, a midday hug with my son. Spontaneous prayer from a friend and colleague. Sharing the journey together and working together toward a common goal. Gentle words whispered in love, reminding me how precious my family are. A day off.
My kids have provided me with some of those things of beauty too. Yesterday I saw Mr Busy escorting a new family to the room where we run a program for really little tackers. What a sweet boy he is! My heart melted. On Tuesday Miss Sunshine enjoyed her now-elective Indonesian class replete with homemade dip, carrot sticks and crackers. She did all the work. Her fellow classmates (all 7 of them ~ Yr 9 and 10!) hoed in and thoroughly enjoyed the fruits of her labour. Miss Mischief delighted me with the doodling in her diary as I signed it this morning. Pretty. Dainty. A girl after my own heart.
Tomorrow, I'm attending an orientation day for Uni. The only interstate event and it's being held in Melbourne. What a blessing! Now I have to write down all the questions I have so I can ask them while I have the opportunity. I believe a little Nigella magic might be just the thing to relax my brain and help me shift my focus for a few days.
Life is good.