Mundane life and normal is relative.

My facebook feed is full of back to school pictures. I'm torn between complaining about this stinking humidity, mourning the end of summer, or worrying about the school year. August is over, our stress free month: free of therapies, free of the endless paper trail left behind 2 main diagnoses. The kids had lots of sleep overs, lots of playgrounds, lunch with the grandmoms, pool time in the backyard, walks, endless free play. August was so much fun. It was almost like having a "normal summer".

And now, we're back to the anticlimactic mundane routine. I'm trying to iron out their Fall schedule. Soccer, swimming, dance, and therapies all must be fit in. Thursday nights I need to be at swim and at dance, I'll have to clone myself and that's all there is to it.  Some other activities that the 5 year asked for are a lego club, baseball, and golf. Golf? Seriously kid? You cheat at mini golf but you wanna try golf?

Oh and the therapies. Sigh. Will there ever come a time when we are therapy free? I am very cognizant of how trivial and mundane these worries may seem. The progress we've had-- Wait for it, Extraordinary. (Please read that as if Neil Patrick Harris said it in his Barney from "How I Met Your Mother" voice. But still to some, my worries are trivial. Troubles after all are trivial. And normal is relative. I am glad of the mundane. Each day that I am their mother, I am blessed and I fall a little more in love with these kids. I am amazed by them. Yes, I am raising them, but I am learning more from them than they learn from me.

But still, getting back to my mundane subject: I want to figure out this Fall schedule. I'm glad for the mundane. Gladly accepting my mundane life of being a mommy of 3 with all the specials and diagnoses. These 3 are my miracles and although our wonderful summer is over, I'm taking a deep breath and leaping into Fall. here we go again. Let's hope this is a good school year!