Sunday, October 21, 2012

rainbow

It's funny... I never ask Why me? I did at the beginning, but not anymore.

I'm pretty sure that isn't a question I'm supposed to ask.  It's a question I'm supposed to answer --for God. Why He picked me. My Life is living out that answer. Trying to do justice to this gift I've been given. Could you imagine giving the most perfect and amazing gift to a friend...waiting in anticpation for their reaction? And then they say...

This gift isn't perfect. I wanted a different gift. I want the same gift all my friends have. I want an easier gift.

They would be a terribly picky impossible to please type of person and certainly one that we wouldn't be friends with after that- right? Having a child on the Autism Spectrum certainly isn't easy- but complaining about it being hard makes me feel like I'm complaining about my sweet son Greyson.That doesn't fly with me.

Did you see this over the weekend? Man, I hope you did. I watched it countless times. I wasn't sure if it hit home so hard because I'm a Spectrum Mom- but my Typical Mom friends said they were in tears too. Watch it if you get a moment. Worth it.  

Tonight I drove through the deep country on the way home from a photo shoot and I came to this fork in the road. I thought of Robert Frost's words.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

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We are taking the road less traveled in our life...but notice in this picture...both roads lead to the same place. Friends...every one of us... we look different and talk different and are different...but so much the same. 


In the link I shared, Jodi, a 11 year old girl with Autism sings a duet with Katy Perry. And it's pure awesome. In the package right before the song- Jodi's parent's speak...

And every time I hear Jodi's Dad say-

We were afraid she would never speak, never dreaming that she would sing or even be able to understand, and as the education continues I've take off that idea that there's some limit on her because she continually proves that that's not true-   I cry...

Because that is a sentence that lives very deep within that I keep hidden to the point where it usually doesn't exist. We were afraid she would never speak...

I can't afford to doubt, so for today I hope. I hope to one day want to put my head in the fridge because Greyson's called me Mom 200 times in a row and I just want one moment of peace. I want him to talk so I can take it for granted. I want for him to beg me to buy him stuff at the grocery store that's no good for him. I want him to ask Why? until I'm beyond exasperated.  I want him to ask funny little questions from funny little thoughts he has that makes me ask out loud- Where did you come up with that?!! As my whole face smiles with proud.

And like a teenager with a new crush...I dig Katy Perry now...And I looked up the words to Firework...and they are so painfully relatable...probably to every single one of us reading at some time in our life...

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards,
One blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

You don't have to feel like a wasted space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it's time, you'll know

Over the weekend we welcomed Fall at the Hillcrest Pumpkin Patch...
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If you want to go they're open all month...This place was amazing. Like a step back to 1978... when bell bottom bottoms were today's skinny jeans...and people survived without iphones and texting and all of the World's amazing yet distracting technological advancements...


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I like the middle, colorful, 18-month old lil pumpkin...


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This place is a magical step back in time...with steam engine train rides, old trucks, tree swings, tractors, hay rides and so much more.

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My 3 year old son, Grey. Greyson- I see the spark in you...and I hope this here blog helps the World see it too.




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Grey dug the model trains

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I ate Parker's weight in kettle corn




This blog isn't only about Autism. No sir-eeee. This is a blog about YOU and about ME. About finding your ideal life in the midst of chaos and about accepting what you've been given and CELEBRATING it with real joy.

Thank you for reading...

Love-
Chrissy

1 comment:

  1. I am not given to conversation as you well know. That doesn't stop me from loving you from the bottom of my heart. Great pictures and a really great blog Chrissy.

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