buy zoloft online usa the fourth of july is supposed to be about freedom
and gratefulness for those who have served.
i feel those things,
but at our house it’s also always
about something quite different.
i’m gonna copy what i put up on fb and ig
a little while ago and
paste it right
because the big patriotic stuff has its place,
but how we look at each other each day
and how we choose to treat each other based
on what we see, needs a place, too…
i am practicing
my “it’s just gonna be big bangs for a little while
and we’ll be right here the whole time – you so got this” face.
one of my kids has #spd (sensory processing disorder).
they’re hyper sensitive to smells
and certain textures on the skin (socks are always hit or miss),
and lights, and loud noises.
this holiday is always traumatic.
we can stay away from firework displays
(we record and watch them later on tv
so we can take breaks as needed and control the volume),
but there’s no escape from random neighbors who light stuff off
and you can still hear
the display of the town next door
even with the windows shut down tight.
so we turn on fans for white noise and play favorite music
and put them to bed early praying that they fall asleep before the noise begins.
it’s exhausting to try to protect
a special kid (who looks like any other kid)
from ‘normal stuff’ that will turn them into a shaking heap of tears
who clings to you because they feel neurological pain
from what others are enjoying. truly heartbreaking to watch.
please remember the next time
you see a kid acting erratically in a ‘normal’ situation
or a parent who looks
a bit haggard and hyper vigilant,
that there is always so much more going on
than shows on any ones face.
so much more.
photo taken by leslie buckley of blueeyedcrafty photography.