A Tough Day @ Nana's

Hey, y'all. Hope this post finds you having a magnificently wonderful day. We're a little out of sorts on Sheridan street, today. :)

Dom has been having meltdown after meltdown. Seems to be the norm for him on rainy days, but it never gets easier to accept it as just one of our facts of life. And, today, I'm personally struggling to sit back and watch it all happen.

It's funny because we all have our days that it just hits like a ton of bricks. Mom had a day like this a couple days ago...and I remember Steph had one last week...when it just slapped her right in the face and she wanted to bawl. While I'm certain that Steph has these days far more than any of the rest of us, we all have them. And it hurts. Deep.

I made him sit down to "relax" after he kept reaching for the burner on the stove while Poppy made breakfast. Unfortunately, there wasn't much "relaxing" to it, but rather extraordinarily loud, sharp screams, kicks, and slaps. And that was just the first meltdown of the morning. Since then, I've watched him work his way through about 20 more...with my amazing Mom right by his side, trying her best to calm him, soothe him, and just love him.

And nobody gets it. Nobody gets how he feels. Nobody gets the hurt in Steph's heart. Nobody gets the pain we feel as we watch, time and time again, with no answers. Nobody gets the frustration, the anguish, the exhaustion. Yet...we have to move on. Despite the stares, despite the "oh, there's nothing wrong with him," comments, despite the tears. Move on to what we DO have answers for. Move on to help Dominic and millions of others marching alongside us in this unknown spectrum of Autism.

I have a feeling my mama is gonna sleep rather well tonight. :)

One day at a time,
Sarah