Good Morning, God!
It’s morning and all is still. No sound of cars driving by as I nipped outside to take this photo of the dawn. The boys are sleeping. I am back in bed with my coffee. Missing Kit. But, then there is a Race today and on Saturdays he is often out early doing TNT runs or, as he did yesterday — working at the AID Station as part of his job as a mentor. Smile.
Active and involved is good. But, God, as with all Good Things, the danger lies in TOO MUCH of a Good Thing. Balance is HARD for us, God. So too, is Understanding. As I lie here, literally in my daughter, Sandy’s bed, I think of the old Native American saying. We truly don’t understand anyone until we have “walked a mile in his moccasins.” It has only been a week, God. But, my “Understanding” and “Appreciation” of her have quintupled.
And, in part that is from the gift of a breakdown — as Suzy says, “Breakthroughs come AFTER Breakdowns.” Sigh. I, who haven’t cried in years, was reduced to sobbing outside the Tucson Music Hall — and calling Sandy for help. I was taking Ian to see, Shrek: The Musical. I had, as Sandy had urged, earlier done a dry run into downtown. But, that evening the key street was closed to all but GAME TRAFFIC. My next turn took me onto the freeway and into being LOST for 30 minutes.
LOST is stressful. How much more stressful for my “high functioning” autistic grandson! All his “coping energy” was quickly used up! Even as we arrived — just in time — he wanted only to GO HOME! Thus my tears. I called Sandy. With her loving comfort and advice I exchanged our tickets for the next night and we went home — relieved and in good spirits.
And, last night we both enjoyed — the first 50 minutes of the show. Then, Ian said — pleasantly but clearly — it was time to go home. Thank You, God, for a good evening!