I have been playing catch up this week, or so it feels! I wake up in the morning hit the deck running and don’t seem to stop until I am back in bed at night time , at which point I am so tired I can barely stay awake to watch a TV show.
The hope is, that as we get closer to Christmas and the festive season, things will start wrapping up and we can focus on the good stuff, the fun stuff. My column is due tomorrow this is the final edition of the paper for the year. Also I need to get the roster out for next years Festival so that people can start reserving the date. There is a presentation that needs to be finalised for an annual forum, not to mention everything else, birthdays, anniversary’s, sports break ups, graduation I could go on but my head is spinning thinking about it all.
With only 56 sleeps till Christmas I don’t know whether to be excited so just terrified!!! Am I the only one feeling the pressure I wonder??
This weekend Harry had his testing day at the high school he is going to next year. Most high schools do this, it is a way for them to get an idea of each child’s strengths and weaknesses and be able to place them in appropriate grades accordingly.
Unfortunately Harry is the only one going to this high school from his primary school, so it was a very nerve wrecking experience. Out of my three children Harry is the least social, and I won’t deny that I am worried about him making friends and fitting in. I have flashbacks of year 2 when every day was a struggle getting him to school, countless stomach aches, and doctor appointments to tell me what I already knew, he was stressed not happy. Then one day it just clicked, he made friends, great friends that he still has and will hopefully continue to have despite going to a different high school.
Standing in the courtyard waiting for everyone to be ticked off, was very hard, everyone else seemed to know each other, people were standing or sitting in groups laughing and chatting and we stood in the back alone watching nervously. I did spot one of my eldest sons friends mother with her youngest and offered to go across the courtyard to stand with them but Harry did not want to.
Finally just before the boys were split into groups and marched off, a boy approached Harry and started talking to him. It turns out he is also a twin!!! I cannot describe my relief, and what was even more Impressive was that when I went over to say thank you to his mum for sending him over to talk to Harry she assured me that she had not, her son had come over on his own.
I know how lucky I am, and how lucky my children are (even if they don’t always see this). We have been blessed with a loving family that support and love us unconditionally.
Unfortunately not everyone is as lucky though. I was reminded of this yet again today as I tended to a little 9 year old girl who was feeling a little overwhelmed and scared as she waited in the waiting room of our health centre for her mother who was meeting with her drug and alcohol counsellor and a representative from Child Protection Services.
Her fear manifested itself in the form of an upset stomach, and she came over asking if I could call her mum because she was not feeling well. It was clear that she was stressing.
Mum came out of the meeting and reassured her that everything was ok, but the little girl was not convinced. As I walked mum back to the counseling room she explained to me that her daughter was worried that child protection would take her away again.
I was heartbroken for this beautiful innocent little girl who had obviously had to deal with more than anyone her age should ever have to deal with.
I hope that mum finds the courage to embark on her journey of recovery for her child’s sake. Fighting addiction is hard but if ever there was something worth fighting for then this is it.