I’ve not written a blog entry nor have I updated my journal for about a couple of months now. It’s not that I lost the urge to write. But because I’ve been busy enjoying this period of calm.
Miguel has been relatively healthy for the past six months. No seizures and no hospital visits (except for that time when his g-tube was accidentally pulled out). We are slowly getting to the rhythm of our routine. I also find myself having more “me time” these days. Time for reflection and meditation.
Looking back to when things seemed to be hopeless, I realize that those dark days made the present brighter. They also made me more content and happy with what we have. I’ve been more convinced that there is no point in wishing that things could be different but instead be thankful for the little blessings that come.
For us with a special needs child, life is living one day at a time. There are only short-term plans. It’s enjoying the moment, appreciating the “now.”
Miguel is turning three in September. Time sure flies fast. He’s not yet walking nor talking. But it’s alright. We know he’ll get there. He will.