Whooooo are you?

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This is Jack yesterday.
I see a young man, nearly a man.
Yet when he sees me he hugs me, wants me to rub his back when he goes to sleep, and feels sad when I scold him.
He is in 7th grade and Ive looked back on this very blog and found preK posts.
Post when my heart was nearly broken.
Fear and dread filled posts about our future.

Is it an easy task to be jacks Mom.?
No.  But my rewards are greater than any burden I could ever ever claim to have.

Andy and I have not made this marriage thing easy.  Nor have we always made the co parenting thing easy.
BUT-
God was watching and when I was just about at the end, someone, somewhere came to my rescue.
Whether it was Andy, Nana, my girls, a stranger, or friend.
Pulled me out of the "bridge" and kept Jack and I going over the edge.
We were in the car after a brief visit to the peds office this evening.  The Dr asked him if he was on any medication.  He said No, not any more.
I was so surprised he answered like that.  I guess I had hoped he forgot.  But he diddnt.
He remembers
"I took medication to keep me calm.  I wasnt mad at anyone I just didnt know what to say"
I wanted to cry really.
He is super, he is smart, and inquisitive.
But there is something.  There will always be something.
He is going to be ok.  His strengths far outweigh his weaknesses.  And as he gets older he will find that some people enjoy the "quirk".
That is what we call it here.  The quirk.

Its going to be alright, every little thing.  So dont worry, about a thing.
You run Jack, run and forget or remember, or wander or focus.
Whatever you need to do to feel good and strong and vital worthy... Healthy
You do it.  Do it .
I;ve always got your back my love.


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