The weight on the world sits heavy as we wait for the world to start turning again. My heart aches for the stress everyone is under. Every single time the phone rings I think it is the call I got today. Owen once again was possibly exposed to covid. I had to go get him from school. He doesn’t understand. If I can see the bright side, at least it was Thursday and he’s used to me picking him up for therapy instead of riding the bus home. But then that bright spot makes me cry a little more because he couldn’t go to therapy. Sure it’s only this week but it’s routine and routine means that hours later he was still asking why he didn’t go to therapy today. And then for hours he was talking about going to school tomorrow. He’s ready for his Friday routine. I told him why he didn’t go to therapy and why he will have to be with me tomorrow but how can any of it possibly make sense to him when nothing about it makes sense to me. I’m thankful there are no signs that he has it so I try to be positive and move forward. Easier said than done when I know so many families are hurting and he is going to wake up tomorrow wanting to ride the bus and go to school. I have to remind myself this is one moment in time. We had a good evening though. He was very calm and wanting to sit with me. We had a little bathroom setback but I just have to put that out of my mind. He let me sing with him and he wanted me to help him with his animal noises. He fell asleep quickly and I watched him sleeping for a few minutes. I always pray the same thing, peace for my baby. I hope tonight is the night he sleeps all the way through the night in his “blue bed” and I hope he’s not upset that he doesn’t get to go to school tomorrow. His laughter, his smile, his request for milk in Arabic are all joys that fill my heart. We are not alone in this journey even though sometimes the path feels lonely. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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