The last couple of years I have learned so much that I thought I knew.
I mean INTELLECTUALLY I know things. But without the experience of the situation I don't.
I THOUGHT I knew about parenting. Love, food, shelter, clean diapers.
I'd had a parent. I knew what I was and wasn't going to do.
But then at the age of 39 ALMOST 40 I was handed this ball of wiggling sweet humanity
and realized I KNOW NOTHING.
Some basics but Lord what a learning curve it was!
I THOUGHT I knew about being strong. But when Conor started public school and I had to go in
5 times that first year to the principal about the teacher I knew I was not an expert.
I THOUGHT I knew about how to take care of them when they are hurt or sick.
But sometimes you have to call and ask for help, how do you keep a barfing baby hydrated, or
do you get a bandage off of a sunburn.
THOUGHT I knew how to let him go. To let him ride his bike to the store, to let him go
on a ski trip with his friends, to give him the keys to my car.
But oh boy its SO NOT EASY!
We are all surviving
He's a big ole 16 year old now. Intelligent, growing, full of a passion for politics and rock music.
But the common thread here is that all the help I got was from others sharing their stories
Through it all I heard, this happened to me and here is what I did.
I heard about that let me tell you.
We help each other with our stories. We all have one.