I’m sorry for this post

I have spent the better part of this snow day thinking. Mainly because Mia has reached the age where I am no longer welcome to sit by her side at all hours, waiting on her every move. So, because of this I try to busy myself, usually failing miserably. I tried to read a book, but was unsuccessful – too many thoughts. So, I sat down to write a few e-mails that I’d been putting off. I started them in my usual fashion, which is mainly to say I apologized profusely for bothering the recipient; I write this every time no matter how much I believe the receiver wishes to hear from me. I am always apologizing.

Hello, my name is Kimberly and I am chronically apologetic.

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Lessons Learned

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So, I am back after another long week of procrastination – back with a little bit of truth and light. Actually, a lot of truth and hardly any light. Sometimes it’s really hard for me to be honest, but as I’ve said before if I’m going to write I am going to be honest. It’s the least I can do for my readers, and the most I can do for myself.

I haven’t written anything since Saturday – which was actually the day I wrote “She’s on the Spectrum.” I haven’t written anything at all this week. I haven’t written anything for a number of reasons; the least of which being that I was “truly busy”.

Although my daily planner was full of activities and chores, I could have made time to write a post. I could have written about Mia having her very first adaptive gymnastics class this past Monday; which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy. I could have told you about how parents are not allowed into the room – the facilitators of the class feel they get a better response from the children if parents are not involved. They also feel that it allows the children to work on social skills more adeptly without Mom standing over them telling them how to behave and who to say hello to. I could have described to you the sight of many huddled parents peeking through the shades used to cover the two windows that look off into the parent waiting area and how I was happy to see that I wasn’t the only parent who positioned myself outside the window ready to pounce if and when I was needed. Of course, I wasn’t, but my overzealous nature did allow me to Continue reading