Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Good Life

Greyson was diagnosed with Autism in March of this year... Details of the time directly before, during and immediately after our appointment are still sharp in my mind. I remember walking out of the building- my brain on overdrive and my body on autopilot. Shocked

I was also shocked that my foot could push the gas peddle and that my hand could move the gear shift into drive.

The song, Good Life by One Republic came on the radio... The words now tattooed on my brain.

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We are God of stories, but please tell me
What there is to complain about?

When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over
When everything is out you gotta take it in

Oh, this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

And I drove...and I cried... I remember I turned that song up loud to drown out the thoughts in my head...I couldn't believe that there were cars on the road...driving...as if everything in the World was still the same. 

And that song followed me everywhere... It came on during that horrible car ride home and it made me believe for just a fleeting second...It made me believe in hope, in God and in a future filled with light. That one little song reminded me of how much I believe in Greyson and in the strength I had within...but I would forget...daily... I remember just a day later I was driving around with tear swollen eyes and it came on -that song- and it wrapped itself around me like a hug. I sat in my car at Rite Aid -listening to it until it was over...and when I walked into the store- it was playing again...

Oh, this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

I remember thinking, I hear you, God! Loud and clear! But you better be telling me the truth Mister!

And I'm pretty sure God can't lie...you know- because of the Commandments... And now I sit and type 7 months later ( I counted on my hand) and I realize He didn't lie. It is a Good Life...It has been good...it has been bad...it's been amazing and boring and fantastic all rolled into one beautiful package...

Yesterday Greyson stayed home from school because he was sick. To avoid sitting in the house all day- we took a trip to Target. (reason number 2,034 to use the anti-bacterial wipes on your cart at Target. My sick kid sat in it. Sorry).

This cart is like a ride at Disney Land. Parker enjoyed it until the 3rd time I crashed it into an aisle. I am a terrible driver.

We went to Target for a few absolute necessities...

Like marshmallows...


Seriously- how could I not? 


At the beginning of the day- I was dreading the it...stuck inside with some crabby kiddos. But we ended up having real fun. It was so nice to be a regular old Mom- content with my 2 kiddos by my side. I miss Grey when he is at school.


Yesterday early evening I had a photoshoot and I brought my tripod. I left it out afterwards and Greyson was enamored. He carried it with him to every room he entered. He brought it on the bed with us while we were watching TV. I even let him sleep with it in his room because it just made him so happy...The legs go up and down- the handle twists from side to side...there are buttons and screws and gadgets that stick out and spin and click...Many Spectrum Kids have an unusal affinity for objects... One psych I spoke with said he believes they feel love for objects- much like we naturally feel love for people. Greyson loves the tripod...and it broke my heart and made me laugh when he tried to bring it in the car on the way to school this morning. He carried it all the way down the stairs by himself.


Hope your day is as awesome as the tripod.


1 comment:

  1. That song is a constant reminder for me too...on the hardest days, life is pretty good! Hope Grey is feeling much better!