Because I have hope.
Some mornings I’ve been awakened by a sensory meltdown. The type of meltdown where you have to pay attention to the most minuscule of details to learn what set it off in the first place. The type of meltdown that is next to impossible to calm once it gets started.
Other mornings I was greeted with a tap on the arm and a little five year-old staring back at me to explain, “I thought really hard about this. I want a new family. A family that won’t tell me no.”
Other mornings I was so sleep deprived that all I could do was find my way to the kitchen to pour five sippie cups of milk, turn on cartoons, and then make myself my first cup of coffee for the day before joining the littles on the couch.
Still other mornings, I found myself trying not to cry and meltdown.
Each day, I got up. I put one foot in front of the other and found that on some days one of my feet decided it didn’t want to budge. It didn’t want to deal with what awaited me. It wanted to run and hide and tell someone else to deal with it. On those days, God lifted that other foot for me as I took one step at a time….determined not to give up. Determined.
I dealt with it one meltdown at a time. One fight at a time. One lie at a time. One destruction at a time. One defiance at a time.
Eight years later, I still deal with it one meltdown at a time. One fight at a time. One lie at a time. One destruction at a time. One defiance at a time.
Why do I do it? This is why:
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Thank you to my sister for sharing this with me.