Some days are just days.
Some days, I am only a mother, and not a physical therapist, or psychologist, or insurance agent. Some days, I forget Noah has autism, and our day evinces only normal, everyday life. Quiet life. Manageable life. It’s then that I get a taste of how the other half lives. And it feels good. Today is our first full day of summer vacation. The end of school was immediately followed by a trip to the beach full of so much activity and such a long return trip that Noah was spent. At one point, he sat gazing at the TV with his mouth gaping like a carp. I hate to say it, but he is easier when he’s had the dog run out of him. I am grateful for these days. I am also mindful of their rarity and hasty retreat. I have 98 more days of summer vacation to endure which are most likely not going to be this quiet or manageable.
Summer is a challenge for all mothers. For some of us, it’s like someone has hit the “super bass” button on the stereo. You and I get the same music. But mine will cause a faster headache.
Until then, I am relishing today. Quiet, recuperative, average. Because tomorrow, we’re back to extraordinary.