I love spring. Spring is when all life begins on a ranch. Getting to watch the birth of all of the lambs, goat kids and calves is such a joy. My kids love this time of year too. The thing they like is also my worst part of spring, mud! J is called to the mud. He cannot help it, if it is there he must roll in it and get it between his toes and fingers. When he is caught in it up to his neck and something is said he immediately looks down at himself to inquire “What? Am I in the mud?” He is always greatly surprised to realize that yes in fact he is in the mud and he does have to go in now.
I think of everything my children have taught me it is patience and joy. To see joy in the fact that J who has struggled so much can take such joy out of mud which I see only as one more thing to deal with. I look at it as the thing that makes my house messy and gets my van stuck in the driveway. He sees it as the ooshy gooshy good stuff he loves to have on his body. I really do wish that I could see it as an enjoyable commodity like he does. I do know that if we do not sit back and try to enjoy our lives (any life not just an FASD one) we won’t. I guess what I am learning is it really is a choice. We cannot choose how our children are affected but we can choose how we deal with it. We can choose how we move forward and how we raise them. We can choose to either let it knock us down or if we raise our voice instead. I have met some incredible people in my journey lately. People who inspire me. Birthmoms who are calling out for help to stop this birth defect. Adults living with FASD who want people to see them as the successes they are not as someone who is less than (because they are NOT.) Let’s all choose to move forward in a positive way and see all the wonderful things we can accomplish!