the perfect storm
at hunter's four-year-old check-up, that's the way our pedi answered my question, "how does a child so normal develop PDD-NOS?"
"it was the perfect storm." genetic predisposition, environmental factor, and viral/bacterial component. all three mixed together and altered our son's brain forever.
i love rain. i love thunderstorms. i love the feeling of wanting to stay inside, in your jammies, cozied up on the couch with a big cup of hot chocolate.
i do not, however, love a severe, threatening storm, a national disaster, if you will. autism is that natural disaster. a national epidemic at this point.
real struggles affecting real families.
paige has developed a fear of storms since the severe hail we encountered in april. peter's car was totaled, and after 52 days in a rental and $14,000+ worth of damage to my car, we are still feeling the effects of the storm. she spent last night in our bed after the first thunderclap.
i want to "fix" paige. i want to make her love the rain like i do. i want to make her comfortable again, able to smile when rain is predicted, instead of anxious about what lies ahead.
in the same sense, i want to "fix" hunter. i want to look at the forecast for the day and not see cloudy skies and troublesome winds that rustle his hair, his body, and his mind. i want to give him the sunshine to make all of his worries, obsessions, and anxiety disappear. i want to calm the seas, like Jesus did for his disciples, after He asked them, "where is your faith?"
when the skies get dark, the clouds get heavy, and the rain is pouring down, faith is the only true umbrella to protect you from the perfect storm. faith to believe that rain drops, although beautiful, can be turned into rainbows with the right combination of sunshine.
sometimes our truest blessings do come as rain drops.
"it was the perfect storm." genetic predisposition, environmental factor, and viral/bacterial component. all three mixed together and altered our son's brain forever.
i love rain. i love thunderstorms. i love the feeling of wanting to stay inside, in your jammies, cozied up on the couch with a big cup of hot chocolate.
i do not, however, love a severe, threatening storm, a national disaster, if you will. autism is that natural disaster. a national epidemic at this point.
real struggles affecting real families.
paige has developed a fear of storms since the severe hail we encountered in april. peter's car was totaled, and after 52 days in a rental and $14,000+ worth of damage to my car, we are still feeling the effects of the storm. she spent last night in our bed after the first thunderclap.
i want to "fix" paige. i want to make her love the rain like i do. i want to make her comfortable again, able to smile when rain is predicted, instead of anxious about what lies ahead.
in the same sense, i want to "fix" hunter. i want to look at the forecast for the day and not see cloudy skies and troublesome winds that rustle his hair, his body, and his mind. i want to give him the sunshine to make all of his worries, obsessions, and anxiety disappear. i want to calm the seas, like Jesus did for his disciples, after He asked them, "where is your faith?"
when the skies get dark, the clouds get heavy, and the rain is pouring down, faith is the only true umbrella to protect you from the perfect storm. faith to believe that rain drops, although beautiful, can be turned into rainbows with the right combination of sunshine.
sometimes our truest blessings do come as rain drops.
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