Lately, when someone asks me "How are you?", I don't really know what to say. Saying "I'm fine" is a giant lie, but chances are that pouring my reality all over that poor innocent person would be like dumping a gallon of water on someone's head when they just asked for a drink. The reality is that things have felt like they are falling apart, and my focus has been on simply keeping my life together.
I'd like you to meet someone. Her name is Micaela. She has been very important to our family for the past year and a half. As some of you know, my son has several special needs, and Micaela has been his paraprofessional. This job is very important in the life of a child with special needs. A paraprofessional, in a very real sense, is the one person who can really make or break that child's success in the classroom. Everybody on our child's team is important, but his paraprofessional is the person who literally sits by his side and helps him with basic and daily tasks, day in and day out. We struck the jackpot with Micaela, and my husband and I have been forever grateful to her. It is a precious gift to be able to send our child off to school each day and know that he is in good hands. This is why, when we recently lost her, we all felt the ground shift underneath us.
I am so glad you are here! Welcome to my blog. This is your space, too. My name is Amy, and I am no stranger to the ups and downs of life. Join me as we search for beauty, authenticity, tell our truth, and hold space for each other in the messiness of life.