10 years ago this past Thursday, D was born. With his birth brought for the first time into my life vocabulary the word "autism". I can honestly say he has challenged me intellectually, physically and emotionally.
Starting this blog five years ago - it was a tribute to David as well as an outlet for me, his Dad. I re-read posts from five years ago and I invite you to read the post I made on his fifth birthday. Funny, those same challenges and fears from five years ago - hold true for me today. I am challenged like never before to help my son lead his life abudantly.
A colleague and friend shared with me the Boston Globe article - "The truth about Autism".
As Gareth Cook writes, "THERE IS, living among us, a group of people with remarkable intellectual gifts."
Yes there is....and I am blessed to know him.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Occupy Wall Street
I haven't been home in 5 days and contrary to popular rumors, JohnnyO is not hunkered down at the Occupy Wall Street protests. No power in Newtown has left us homeless for a the good part of a week. I am not complaining mind you - you learn a little bit about yourself and your family in times of turmoil.
For me, it is the handling of stress. I believe I handle it well, take it in stride, make lemonade out of lemons. When your Dad dies during your senior year of high school - you know where your priorities are and how you will live your life.
However for Dads overall - this can be a time of pressure. Figuring out where to live, what is the next move, buy a generator, electrician, will the pipes freeze, will my home be vandalized, what about that tree in my front yard, is there basketball practice this weekend and how will I get to work (showered and shaved).
I feel I have to lead this team - this family team. I have to be the rudder to guide this ship. I am the straw that stirs the drink (thank you Reggie Jackson). I have to have a level head, heart and soul. So there is that pressure to keep it together in times of trouble. I am striving on doing that for the kids. I hope they enjoy this time together sleeping at in-laws.
I do a good job of hiding the inner mind turmoil. I have to do better on exposing my struggles knowing that this is what all Dads go through. Managing their team through a long season......wins and losses. A game or battle more important than Wall Street....if you can believe that.
For me, it is the handling of stress. I believe I handle it well, take it in stride, make lemonade out of lemons. When your Dad dies during your senior year of high school - you know where your priorities are and how you will live your life.
However for Dads overall - this can be a time of pressure. Figuring out where to live, what is the next move, buy a generator, electrician, will the pipes freeze, will my home be vandalized, what about that tree in my front yard, is there basketball practice this weekend and how will I get to work (showered and shaved).
I feel I have to lead this team - this family team. I have to be the rudder to guide this ship. I am the straw that stirs the drink (thank you Reggie Jackson). I have to have a level head, heart and soul. So there is that pressure to keep it together in times of trouble. I am striving on doing that for the kids. I hope they enjoy this time together sleeping at in-laws.
I do a good job of hiding the inner mind turmoil. I have to do better on exposing my struggles knowing that this is what all Dads go through. Managing their team through a long season......wins and losses. A game or battle more important than Wall Street....if you can believe that.
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